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mountttmase · 8 months

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Eleven

Note - the penultimate chapter 😔 I can’t believe we’re here. Chapter 12 will be posted on Sunday but for now I hope you enjoy this one and I’d love to hear what you think 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.2k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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When Freya came to visit it was usually the highlight of your week. This time however you were nervous. She was observant and you were desperately trying to hide a secret.

You’d managed to fool Mason, him being busy with the end of the season nearing making things easier and he was currently at an away game so you could suffer on your own but it had always been the plan for her to come and stay and if you cancelled now she’d be suspicious.

‘Hello my love’ she smiled as you opened the door, pulling you into her body and you felt your eyes prick at the feel of her. Freya was home to you and you knew you couldn’t hold anything in for too long.

‘Hey Frey’ you whispered, trying to clear your eyes before she pulled back but the sound of your strangled voice caused her to pull away quickly and hold you at an arms length.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’ you laughed, hoping the smile you sent her would be enough for her to move on but she only eyed you’re curiously.

‘Oh yeah like I’m gonna believe that’ she laughed, hooking her arm through yours before walking you into your living room and sitting you on the sofa. ‘Now spill’

‘There’s nothing to tell’ you smiled, trying to shrug her off but she wasn’t having any of it and the panic of having to tell her what was going on in your brain made the tears spill from your eyes again.

‘Oh baby, come here’ she breathed, pulling you into her side as she rubbed your arms soothingly. ‘You know you can’t keep things from me you silly goose, so you might as well come out with it’

You knew it was something you had to tell her, this thing was big and if you left it it would only get bigger and there’s no doubt she would find out eventually but the fear kept the words in your throat. This thing was the biggest secret you’d ever kept in but you were a ticking time bomb and you knew you needed to confess.

‘I’m late’ you suddenly choked, Freya’s arms stopping for a second as she stuttered before carrying on. Your words shocking here a bit before she pulled you a little closer to comfort you even more.

‘How late?’

‘Three weeks’

‘Does Mase know?’

‘No’ you sobbed, shaking your head as you tried to wipe your eyes.

‘Let’s not panic yeah? Is there anything else?’

‘I’m exhausted, like all the time. Everything aches and I feel sick constantly in the mornings like I’ve gone through a multi pack of mints this week trying to settle my tummy’ you told her and you could see the cogs turning in her head. She knew it didn’t sound good but she was trying to be the voice of reason and not freak you out but you were absolutely petrified.

‘Right well there so use sitting here panicking eh? Let’s go grab a test and find out’

‘But I’m scared, frey’

‘I know my love. But there’s no point putting it off is there?’ She asked and you shook your head. ‘Exactly. So we’ll go find out and we can deal with it from there’

‘Okay’ you sniffed, giving her one last squeeze before jumping in the car. The ride was pretty silent and you let her pull you around the store until found what you needed but you had no idea what you were meant to be looking at so you let her assess your options before giving her opinion.

‘Get the multi pack, I’ll take one with you’ she told you, causing you to eye her suspiciously but she just shrugged with smile. ‘It’s always good to check’

‘I can’t even imagine a mini you and woody. Like my brain won’t let me visualise it’

‘Let me tell you, mini woody is not-‘ she started but covered your ears with your hands and sing loudly, not wanting to hear the rest of what she had to say. You were feeling sick enough already and the thought of Woody naked didn’t help.

You couldn’t wait to take the tests I till you got home, anting to know as soon as possible what you were dealing with so you pulled Freya into loo’s where she dished the tests out for you to take before meeting by the sinks where she sent you an appreciative smile.

‘You fancy putting them back in the box so we can play pregnancy test roulette?’ She winked but you shook your head with a panicked expression.

‘No way, I’m not risking anything and I’m not taking another one’ you told her, packing your stuff up so you could go check them in the car and once you were settled down you took a deep breath in preparation to look. ‘What does yours say?’ You asked, gulping down a lump as you tried to distract yourself from the bomb in your hand.

‘Negative’ she smiled, showing you the test before you handed her yours.

‘Can you tell me, I cant look’ you asked before hiding your face in yours hands. It felt like the longest wait in the world as you shut your eyes and tried to keep your breathing normal. The next few words from Freya had the power to change the rest of you life and as your heart hammered away in your chest you weren’t sure you can handle what she was about to say.

‘It’s negative, babe’

The rush of relief you were expecting to feel never came. If anything you felt your heart sink just a little bit but you were quick to dismiss the feeling and take a deep breath out that you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Not pregnant.

You were okay.

‘Let me see’ you breathed, taking the test back from her and looking over it. There it was in black and white, not pregnant and even though your heart rate was slowly getting back to normal you felt your eyes prick at the sight.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, I’m glad I know now. I wonder why I’m late though?’

‘A woman’s body is a mystery’ she shrugged before looking back at you. ‘You sure you’re alright?’

‘I feel a little bit silly but I’m fine’ you laughed, hoping she’d buy it and even though you knew she could tell you were a bit upset she thankfully knew not to push. ‘Shall we head home? Mase’s game will be on soon’

Thankfully she didn’t ask any more questions and you put it to the back of your mind so you could focus on the game and you watched on with pride as he ran around like a maniac on the pitch. Seeing him on your tv only made you miss him even more and you couldn’t wait for him to get back home tomorrow so he could wrap you and make you feel better in the way only Mason could.

Freya left the next afternoon and you used your alone time to sit and think through your feelings so that you’d be fine for when Mason returned home the next morning.

You were freaked out that it might be positive, but now you knew it was negative why were you feeling so weird about it? You didn’t want a baby, not right now at least but the weird sensation settled in your stomach and you didn’t know how to feel. What would happen when you told Mason? Would he be disappointed? Or relieved? And what was worse? If he was disappointed then at least you knew you could try again but any type of relief would make you think that’s not what he saw for your future. Did he even see a future with you?

You were driving yourself crazy with all these thoughts so you did the only thing you knew how and went to sleep in hopes you feel better tomorrow when Mason got home.

You tried to busy yourself the next morning and make sure the house was spotless for when Mason got back but it was no use. Again finding yourself laid down staring up at the ceiling as you ever thought everything about the last few weeks.

Soon enough it was time for Mason to be home and as soon as you heard the door go you were up and rushing over to greet him. His wide smile and excited eyes settled you and you just prayed you could fool him into thinking you were fine and that the last few days hadn’t happed but one look at him and you knew you were gone.

‘Hello baby’ he smiled softly as he took you in, pulling you into his arms so he could hold you, your body melting as you took in his smell and you automatically felt at home ‘you alright?’ He asked, pulling back and eyeing your curiously. It was scary how quickly he knew something might be wrong even when you tried to hide it and the concern on his face made your bottom lip wobble. ‘Hey, what’s happened?’

You didn’t mean to as you were trying to hold it together but you burst into tears, your comfort person was all that you’d wanted for the last few days and now that he was finally here you needed to get your emotions out. You didn’t think you’d be this upset but the tears kept coming so he bundled you inside and into the living room so he could pull you into his lap.

‘I didn’t play that bad did I?’ He laughed, trying to ease the tension and even though you were sobbing your little heart out you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in his neck to reassure him before sitting back so he could help calm you down and the gentle kisses along your forehead were working wonders. ‘It’s okay baby, just take your time’

‘Sorry’ you hiccuped, letting him wipe your eyes before leaving a delicate kiss on your nose.

‘No need to be sorry. Whatever it is you can tell me’

‘I know’

‘You’re not hurt or anything are you?’

‘No no I’m fine. Just something happened and I thought I was okay but maybe I’m not’ you laughed, rolling your eyes to try and play it off but he wasn’t having it.

‘You’re worrying me now, what’s happened?’ He asked, holding you by your jaw and you let you cheek rest in his hand as he gently stroked under your eyes.

‘I’ve not been feeling well for a little while. Nothing major just a bit sick and dizzy and some other things and I think I freaked myself out a little bit’

‘I thought you seemed a little off before I left but I just presumed it was your special lady time’ he joked, one hand moving so he could tickle your side to make you laugh and when you eventually smiled he smiled back twice a brightly before his face turned sympathetic. ‘Was it a bad one this month?’

‘If only’ you joked but you realised he didn’t understand from his confused expression so you gulped down a nervous lump before explaining further. ‘My period never came, Mase’

‘Oh well that’s alright then, one less to worry about’

‘No I don’t think you get it’ you laughed, thinking his puzzled face was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen and you weren’t sure if you had it in you to burst his bubble. ‘Normally it means something if it doesn’t come’

It took a few seconds but you saw it when the information clicked in his brain. His eyes going wide as his mouth dropped open but you were quick to break the news as not to make him think something would be happening.

‘I’m not, I just thought I might be’ you explained, your voice breaking at the end and you thought you saw his face drop slightly before the tears started flowing again. ‘I don’t know what I’m crying so much’ you laughed, hiding your face before he held you to him again.

‘Shhhh it’s okay’ he told you but your attempts at trying to calm down were futile. ‘It’s probably been a stressful few days huh? It’s no wonder your upset’ he whispered whilst rubbing his hands over your back gently. ‘You don’t have to tell me yet but when you’re ready to talk we can’

‘I love you’ you whispered into his neck, feeling him squeeze you a little bit tighter as he kissed your forehead gently. He was your rock and no matter how bad you felt you knew you were so blessed to have him.

‘I love you too’ he told you before a comfortable silence fell over you for a few moments. ‘I tell you what. Why don’t you go get into bed? I’ve got a few bits to sort out and I’ll come join you soon’

‘It’s 11am Mase’

‘I know but you’re tired baby, and I am to. We can have a nap or just cuddle for a bit yeah?’

‘Okay’ you agreed, letting him help you up before you went up to your room to get settled. You could hear him moving around downstairs but your eyes were heavy from your tears so you let them shut until you felt Mason slipping into bed besides you.

‘You alright?’ He whispered, kissing your cheeks and you nodded as you cuddled up to him. You weren’t sure if you were ready to talk but now he was in front of you you felt as if you owed him an explanation for everything.

‘I’m okay. Just feel like a lots gone on I should tell you about. If you’re ready that is’

‘I’m all ears’ he smiled and you sent him one back before spilling everything that had happened.

‘When Freya got here the other day she could see something was wrong and it kinda slipped out. The missing period, the sickness and dizziness. All of it. She came to the same conclusion I did so we took a test together but it was negative’

‘Why didn’t you tell me before?’

‘I didn’t want to disappoint you’ you laughed ‘We’ve not really spoken about any of that and I didn’t know what you’d think’

‘What? About kids and stuff?’

‘Yeah’ you breathed, you bottom lip wobbling again but you held your emotions in so he could say his piece.

‘You want me to be honest?’

‘I always want you to be honest’ you winked and he laughed whilst nodding his head.

‘All I’ve ever wanted is a family of my own. Yes it may be early days but if it’s something you wanted then I’d find a way for us to work it out. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me anything like that. I love you and I want us to have all of that and more’

‘I know, I feel silly about it now but I was all hormonal and stressed’ you laughed. ‘I’ve never thought about kids and as awful as it sounds I was praying for it to be negative at first but when I finally saw it, I didn’t feel like I thought I would’

‘How did you feel?’

‘A little disappointed. Is that weird?’

‘I don’t think so’ he laughed ‘is that why you’re so upset?’

‘I think so. Maybe in the back of my mind I knew if it was positive then things would be fine and you’d be happy. Now I feel like I’ve disappointed you a bit’

‘You could never disappoint me, gorgeous’ he whispered, kissing your nose before leaving a gentle peck on your lips. ‘Of course I would of been happy if it happens, you’re the love of my life and I can’t wait for all of that stuff to happen for us but we can do it in our own time yeah?’

‘Yeah’ you agreed, smiling at his words as he always knew what to say but you could feel the tears welling in your eyes again.

‘Are you alright though, with all that stuff’ he laughed, hands tickling your sides to indicated he was talking about your womanly issues and you nodded with a laugh before he kissed you again.

‘I guess so? I mean still no movement on that front so who knows’

‘I wonder why? Could the test of been wrong?’

‘I’m not sure, I have a spare so we could always take another just to double check’ you mused and he nodded at you shyly.

‘If you think it will sell your mind a bit more then we can’

‘Wait here I’ll go take it’ you told him before scurrying off. When you came back Mason was sat up against the headboard and you settled yourself next to him with the test in your lap.

‘You know whatever it says on that test, we’ll be fine. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us for mini Mounts and whatever else comes our way’

‘I know’ you laughed, eyes filling with tears again as you looked up at him but he was quick to brush them away. ‘I think I was a little unsure but I really like the sound of mini Mounts now’

‘Yeah?’ He smiled, eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them and you felt your heart thump at the little intimate moment you were having.

‘Yeah, someone to look after and keep me company when you’re away. And considering how cute you are I can only imagine how adorable a mini you would be’

‘I think they’d be cuter if they looked like you’ he laughed, kissing your nose. ‘You’re so perfect’

‘Well then I want them to have your resilience. You never gave up on me and I’ll always love you for that. You dragged me up our mountain kicking and screaming but I’ve never been happier’ you told him, smiling proudly at the way he blushed at your words before he pulled you in even closer.

‘Well I want them to have your brains cause let’s face it they won’t have any hope if they’ve got mine’

‘You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for’

‘Well I managed to pull you so I must be good at something’ he winked before leaning down to give you a soft kiss that made your heart flutter. ‘I want them to have your eyes cause they’re the prettiest ones I’ve ever seen’

‘And I want them to have your smile. Though I think I’d let them get away with too much if they did’ you laughed but it was true. Mason melted you so you could only imagine what a little one of him would do to you.

‘Shall we have a look then?’ He asked, nodding down to the test and you took in a nervous gulp. His fingers were on your chin in an instant though so he could pull your face towards his and the look of joy on his face settled you instantly. ‘Whatever that says on there, it changes nothing okay? You’re my girl and we’ll get through whatever it is together’

You didn’t have the strength to reply but you hoped he knew that you felt the same. His eyes were soon on the test and you followed them so you could pick it up, taking one last breath before flipping the test the right way around.

Not pregnant.

You knew it was coming, but it still didn’t sting any less and you bit your lip as you let out the breath you’d been holding.

‘It’s not our time yet, but we’ll get there’ Mason whispered into your hair, pulling you close as you melted into his body. ‘Now we know it’s something we want we’ve got more time to prepare’

‘I guess so’ you whispered and even though you didn’t want to you let him tilt you face up so he could look at you.

‘No tears okay? Breaks my heart seeing you cry and not being able to do anything about it’ he smiled and even though your heart was still breaking a little bit you sent him a smile back. ‘Lay down with me’

You did as he asked, wrapping yourself around him and settling your head into his neck so you could hold each other. The stress of the last few weeks freeing you now that it was out in the open and you left yourself fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved more than anything.

Things went back to normal in the coming days and soon enough the sadness lifted. In it’s place a sense of joy and excitement about the future and even though you both agreed there probably wouldn’t be any babies in your near future plans, you were high on the knowledge that one day you could have the family you never did with the man of your dreams.

‘I’ve been thinking about something you said the other day’ Mason said as you slid in to bed next to him a few days later and you looked up at him with raised brows. ‘About having someone to keep you company when I’m not here’

‘I’m not having Woody move in’ you told him, watching him roll his eyes with a smile.

‘I didn’t mean Woody. But don’t tell him that he might get offended’ he joked before pulling you into his chest. ‘What do you think about getting a dog?’

‘Really?’ You laughed, loving the idea instantly as you looked up at him with a wide smile that he matched.

‘Yeah, I’ve always wanted one and I feel like we’re pretty settled now so it’s the perfect time. I’ve been looking at shelters and there’s one not too far from here. Thought it would be nice to re home one’

‘Like doggie foster parents’

‘Exactly’ he laughed, kissing your nose as he was so happy at how excited you were. ‘I’ll give them a call tomorrow and see if we can sort an appointment out for my day off’ he told you and you could hold in the excited squeal. You had always wanted a dog but never been able to afford one or have the right space but Mason was right. You were settled and it would be great practice for whatever else came in the future.

Sunday came around quicker than you expected it to and soon enough you were sat in the car park of the dog shelter. You couldn’t help but bob you knee up and down in excitement as you were so full of adrenaline at the thought of getting to see some dogs and you could see Masons smile out of the corner of your eye.

‘Do you think we should set some ground rules?’ Mason asked, his hand settling in your knee so you would stop moving it and you sent him a shy smile.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well I have a feeling we’ll get in there and suddenly I’ll be agreeing to adopt 7 different dogs’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes in his direction. ‘So rule one, we’re getting one dog. That’s it’

‘Fine. But rule two is that I get the final say on what one we pick’

‘How is that fair?’

‘Cause I’ll be the one spending more time with it’

‘Okay well I’ll see about that one’ he laughed before turning to face you properly. ‘This is the game plan. We do a lap and see all of them so we can make a list of our favourites and then hang out with those ones a little more until we find the one we vibe with most’

‘Sounds good. Can we go in now?’ You asked impatiently and after he nodded quickly you were out of the door.

Once you spoken to a few of the staff you were lead through to some kennels and you started your hunt straight away. It was difficult though and each dog seemed to be cuter than the last but you were having the best time seeing them all and learning all about them. As cute as they were you still couldn’t pick one out to say that was the one you wanted and you started to loose a little hope.

You were nearing the end of your search when you came across Parker, a three year old German shepherd and you fell in love with him instantly. He was a big boy with big brown eyes like Mason but you could tell he was so soft and gentle and when he came straight up to the glass to say hello you felt yourself melt.

‘Masey, come here’ you called quietly and he came over quickly with a slight laugh to come and see what you were looking at.

‘Who’s this?’

‘His name is Parker, look at him I think I love him’

‘Parker? Like Peter Parker?’

‘Yes Mase’ you laughed and even though he was smiling you could tell he was about to rain on your parade.

‘Baby, he’s massive’

‘Bit of luck you bought us a massive house then, eh?’ You teased but you could see in Masons eyes he was slowly falling for Parker himself. ‘And don’t call him massive, you’ll give him a complex’

‘I’ll give you something in a minute’ he said under his breath but you chose to ignore him for now.

‘I want this one’

‘Well hold on. What does his fact sheet say?’

‘See Mase, he’s perfect for us. We can give him a large space and you can take him out on runs and stuff. Can we at least meet him properly?’

‘If you really want to we can but I get the feeling you’ll be sold as soon on him as we do’ he laughed but with a quick kiss to your nose he was off to reception to enquire about Parker. The receptionist told you that Parker had been at the shelter the longest out of all the dogs they had as he was quite large and you we’re starting to think the more you knew about him the more you felt like he was put there just for you.

You were lead to a separate room and someone bought Parker in shortly after. He seemed curious about you at first as he quietly came over to sniff the pair of you and soon enough he was sat in your lap with his head cradled in your arm as you scratched in between his ears.

‘I want this one, Mase’ you whispered, looking up to him as he was staring back down with just as much love in his eyes. ‘He’s so sweet’

‘Yeah, he’s pretty cute. And he loves you by the looks of things’

‘He’s got good taste’ you winked before Parker shuffled over to inspect Mason and once he was happy with him he cuddled into Masons lap and you almost lost it. ‘Oh look, Mase. He loves you too’

‘You sure you’re 100%? There’s no going back if we get him’

‘I’m 1000% sure. He’s perfect for us’

‘I’ll get it sorted then’ he smiled before you let a squeal of delight out.

‘Thank you, Mase’

‘Anything for my girl’ he whispered, leaning over to peck you gently but the pair of you couldn’t stop smiling.

Mason arranged everything with the shelter, the house having to be inspected before the final agreement was made and two weeks later when you were getting in from work you dashed upstairs to get ready. Mason would be home any minute with your new fury friend and you couldn’t wait to finally be a little family unit.

You heard Parker’s bark before anything else, causing you to rush to the door where Mason was half struggling to keep him from coming to you but as soon as you were near he calmed down and let you pet him.

‘Hi baby, welcome to your forever home’ you smiled, gently scratching over his face as he panted at you and it almost looked like he was trying to smile.

‘I’m gonna have to bulk up some more, Parker’s got some pull on him’ Mason laughed as Parker began to attack you with face licks until you were on the floor in a fit of giggles. ‘Wow, he’s trying to steal my woman already’

‘You’ll have to learn how to share’ you told him as he laid down next to you so Parker could lay over the both of you.

‘Are you happy?’

‘I’m always happy with you’ you smiled, leaning over to place a light kiss on his lips before Parker wanted to get in on the action.

‘Come on Parker, let’s give you a tour of your new house’ Mason exclaimed, stroking his head as you all got up and you watched on with so much love in your heart as your boys ran off into the living room.

Y/n

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Y/n Happy homecoming Parker. We’ve had the best week with you so far and we’re so happy to have you here. We can’t wait to be your forever home 🩷

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masonmount parker loves his mummy just as much as I do 🩷 family 🏠🐾

Y/n my boys 🥺 what a trio we make 🩷 ily

declanrice bringing Raffa over for play time

benchilwell Oscar is coming to join

masonmount my dogs bigger than yours

freyaaaaxo auntie frey is coming over for cuddles 🥰

Y/n we can’t wait to see you 🙊

lukeshaw23 not Mase being kicked out of his own bed

Y/n he’s my protector

masonmount I only went down to get a cup of tea and he’d taken over. Had to bribe him with treats so I could come back

woody_ that’s a smart dog

petrehomeruk that smile 🥺 Parker looks like he’s having the time of his life and we’re so thankful you came to us 🩷

Y/n Thank you for all your help and for making this process so smooth. We love Parker with all our hearts 🩷

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chemicallady · 4 months

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I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Part 1 ; Part 2 ;

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: I made a little homage to three fanfiction I really love! I leave you to find the references ;)

Taglist: @ada-clarence , @badalmondzzzz , my wifey @starsomens , @raventherockstarhippie @blacksoul-27 , @somewhere-diamond

Summary: This is just cute. I swear.

But you never promised me to be wiser of better.

Time flies.

Two years passed by so fast that you almost didn't notice. At first, your job was not demanding at all, compared with the rest of the crew. You have to accompaning Noah or any other member of the band to attend the interviews, most of them for radio stations. Taking notes for integrations on their website. Keep an eye on publicize enough any tourdates or merch drop, find sponsor for bigger venues and check at the end of the day if the guys need something for the day after.

You had to spend a lot of your time on the band socials, especially instagram and twitter, which you have always shared credentials with your brother and the rest of the band. You also create their TikTok and take care about the creation of fun contents.

It was way easy before the release of Death of Peace of Mind. After the beginning of 2022, you were on the road more than at home. A lot of famous hosters started to ask for an interview with Noah. All the lights switched on the future promise of rock music when Just Pretend became one of the most used/listened songs on TikTok.

And now, in the middle of the summer of 2023, the band is still rising. More money bring more responsabilities, the necessity of arranged a better shows, bigger interviews, more publicity, more interaction through the socials.

Everyone has to work the double, you included. Speaking with radio manager and small magazine specialized in all metal subgenders was a thing.

But now the band is too huge to stop at this level. And you werent trained enough for all this pressure, but it started to grow on you month after month, tour after tour. You are the guardian of Noah's schedule. You are not charming enough to compete with others PR, but since the crew is more similar to family meeting than a serious ansemble of professionals, you became competitive.

Hard work got big results like the european tour with Bring Me the Horizon. Oli wanted Bad Omens to open for him but you were the one who put all her soul and time on the project. On the papers. Because behing any tour there is a mountain of burocracy, sponsor phone calls and publicity. You had to team up with Matt, Miles and Davis so many times that at some point, that it's like having more than just one older brother.

From june 4th, the last day on tour, you are on vacation. You have nothing to do with music creation or audio/video sound checks. You just need a laptop, a lot of patience every time you scroll your emails, and the fantastic mojito your neighbour Brianna makes. A good reason to work on your balcony, along with the sound of the ocean, is her company. You don't have many friends but she is amazing. She moved from Minnesota after the shutdown, and she is an actress. Small roles, but as she always says, small roles bring bigger ones.

《 and it would have been ever better if my prick boyfriend didn't show up and basically assaulted the casting director》

You have heard this story at least ten times, but it's still amazing how boys can be idiots. 《 Why are you still with him? He's a bomb ready to detonate, Bri》 , you know that your concern will not help her in resonate, but you can't shut up.

《 I can't afford either the apartment or the car and you know that, y/n. Also, he is not that bad when he's sorber.》

《 But he never is! 》 you place the now empty glass on the outdoor table, disappointed in seeing her almost offended expression. It's a fortune that Matt isn't around. He has to deal with Jim at least twice a week. 《 You're my friend, Bri. The only one unrelated to my job..... I can't sleep over this situation anymore. I can help you. Move in with me and Matt, take care of my plant and Lucifurr for me while we are on tour. We don't want you to help with the rent. You just need to tell that dick to fuck off.》

《.... but he drives me to every casting》

《 and he's the reason no one is picking you in a very first place. This relationship is too toxic》

《 y/n I think you're crossing the line.》

《 He's gonna kill you one of these days!》

You both muted for a couple of seconds, the now tense air between the two of you being thick as a wall. Yeah, you cross the line but like Matt, you're no good in resonate with people who don't want any help. And like Matt you can't stand injustice, not at this rate.

But you know that you have to excuse yourself, simply it's hard to find the right words. You are not going to apologise for speaking your mind, but just about the way you did it.

《 y/n? Are you ready?》

A raspy voice catch you off guard. It's already seven??

《 Shit, Noah. I'm outside》, you yell in response, before turning again towards Brianna. She already reached the empty glass and without a word, and she comes back to her apartment. 《 C'mon Brianna. I'm sorry, just-for the fuck sake.》

Noah is standing right next to you when Brianna shut the door loudly.

All you can do is sigh out loud - a bad habit you inherit from the tall man on your side - before bringing your hands to cover your face in frustration.

《 What's going on, here?》 He asks , munching a candy.

《 I don't understand women.》

He gives you a funny look. 《 Damn, that's the real deal, man. Not the chicken/egg question, or what's our purpose on earth.... but why you girls act so weird. 》

《 Shut the fuck up, Noah. Not now.》

Your relationship with Noah also changed drastically in the last two years. It required some time and a ton of patience, but he open up to you and from thenon, you became a sort of confident of him. In return, he is the one you call when things are not going well. It was a bit embarrassing, the first months, but your friendship now is stronger than youve ever immagined. You feel like you can tell everything to Noah without being judged. Sometimes he laughs at you, of course, but he knows when a situation has to be manged seriously.

He cares about you with all his heart.

He doesn't aspect nothing in return, but he is dear to you on a level than only your brother have always been.

And he knows you deeply, that's why it is so easy for him to detect how worried you are.

《 Do you think he beats her? I mean, Steve is a scumbag, but I can't figure him being actually that violent. He is always too high to have some form of coordination.》

Since his arrival - Noah has the keys of the apartment so he can come and go as he pleased, especially when both you and matt are not in town and someone has to take care of Luci- Noah asked you questions on Brianna's situation.

He knows you're concerned and he also can't pretend he is fine with your neighbors yelling at each others on daily basis.

《 I don't know but he is getting more and more jealous. She told me he's sabotaging her auditions, now.》

Noah takes a sip of the iced tea you offer him, before grab your hand on the surface of the counter. 《 Start to call the police on them, when they argue. Maybe you're right. He is not beating her yet. But he could start.》 You nod slowly, thanking him with a soft smile. 《 By the way, do you feel okay? Wanna postpone our date?》

He loves to joke around with you, because he knows how this helps in rising your moral.

You pretend to get offended. 《 I would never, ever decline a date with you. Let me change in a more adequate outfit.》

《 take your time, the limo's driver can wait downstairs.》

You giggle, before leaving him in the kitchen, reaching your room for a quick change. In five minutes you're ready: a ponytail, red joggers and a tank top.

《 Ready to run, pretty boy?》

《 I'm always ready, chicken butt.》

Noah has never told you the real reason why he has taken the work out so seriously, but you're glad he did, because you joined him on his program and honestly, you feel at your top right now. It's not a matter of aesthetics, but you feel healthy. You are less tired at the end of the day, and you can endure the - at least- 15 working hours while Touring. Back at home, it became a habit of the two of you going out for a run daily during the sunsets since Noah is not an early bird and you'd rather work in the morning.

The place you chose is on the street that runs alongside the beach in Malibù. One of reason why you got used to LA is also the precious view of the ocean while the sun sinks in it and paints the sky in gold.

There is a small beach, hidden in the stunning nature of the Pacific Coast, that has become your spot. Every day you reach that beach, stretch a little and then go back to your apartment when usually Noah showers before leaving.

Today is a Saturday and even if you don't have big plans, Noah sometimes takes his chances on a Saturday night. Even God took a day off on Sunday, right?

《 It's the red hair?》

You ear him chuckles while you bend, grabbing the tip of your toes to stretch your back.

《 No red hair as far as I can recall》

《 So... the girl you helped at that dive bar?》 You rise again, bringing your arms to the sky 《The one who broke up with her cheating boyfriend? Or maybe your neighbour? I like her. I remember you told me she was so happy when you sent her our merch.》

Noah pushes you a little, making you loosing your balance while a giggle leaves your lips. 《 You're making me look like a fuckboy!》

《you are a fuckboy, always surrounded by beautiful women. And don't look at me like that! I know you like it that way!》

Noah is young and awesome. You got a crush on him in the beginning of your partnership. It's more than obvious that he has a significant number of choices when he wants to spend a night out.

This used to hurt you a bit, but the feeling of jealousy or envy - you still don't know what it was - disappeared in the moment you realised what you have.

All this girls can have noah for a night or two.

You can have him fully, you can call him in the middle of the night if a guy screws on you and Noah will bring you to buy ice-cream to McDonald's. You two can talk for hours about the absolute nothing or regarding the most difficult life choices.

You can mocking him, make him laugh in the golden light of the dying sun, in this very moment.

And that's more than enough.

Maybe you and Noah are not meant to be lovers, but he is your person and you are his. Like twin Flames, that doesn't matter how far they are.

They always burn bright.

《 I don't know, I was thinking for something casual. Like Netflix and chill.》

Lucifurr jumps off the sofa in the moment he hears Noah entering in your apartment. Your cat totally ignores you and starts to purr to the tall man that interrupts everything to kneel and cuddle the black ball of furr.

Satanic animal...

《 Then you should text the neighbor. She is the sweetest of yours hooks up.》

《 Then I can simply ring the door on my way back.》

《 Call her, Noah. Don't be a prick. The world doesn't revolve around you. Maybe she is planning to go out.》

You can hear him sigh in his annoying way. 《Can I shower here, anyway? I smell bad.》

《 You always smell bad.》

《 Am I???》

You exchange a glaze with him and immidiatly know its time to run. In the moment he leaves Luci alone, he is following you around the house while you yell for help. But matt isn't back yet, so you're on your own. As soon as noah reaches you (very soon, his legs are longer than yours), he huggs you tight, trying to put your head under his armpit.

《 NOAH STOP IS DISGUSTING!》 , you try to defend yourself hitting him on his back and between his legs with small slaps.

《Ei! Low blow! Don't slap my nutts!》

《 Don't sweat on me, you piece of-》

A yell interrupted the both of you, follow by a long cry and some smashed dishes. Noah realise the grip on you and sighs deeply looking at the wall that divides your apartment from Briannas one.

《 Is it always like this?》

《 almost every day, now.》

And there is something that broke in your cracking voice that completely shattered Noahs heart.

《 let's call the cops》, he says with a soft voice, hugging your shoulders. 《 I'll stay. We can watch a movie togheter.》

You look at him in surprise while he is reaching his phone. 《 and your date?》

《 you're my date》 , is the cheeky replay. The both of you smile, and you need a second. Not only because you're worried about brianna, but also because these small situations make you feel.... weird on your feelings towards noah.

You don't want to admit it, but a real date would be all you desire.

....but at what cost?

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Spitfire; pt. 2

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: it’s TWD so there’s a good bit of traumatizing stuff discussed, wartime atrocities, violence, etc.. And smut buried down at the bottom. Minors DNE

Part 1

“If y’coulda done anythin’, what would it’ve been?”

She shrugged and pulled her knees to her chest, rifle barrel-up between her legs. “I actually don’t know. I’ve sorta fallen into everythin’ I’ve ever done.”

“What’dya mean?” He hunkered down, arms across his chest.

“I can’t remember a single choice I have ever made free n’clear. There’s always been somethin’ forcing’ my hand.” She picked at her cuticles. “My grandfather, my father, my aunt, the US Government.” She sighed heavily. “Life has always been ‘point and shoot’. Someone points me and I shoot.”

He nodded vaguely. “That’s why y’don’t like Shane.”

She snorted. “That’s one of the many reasons I don’t like Shane.” She smiled at him. “He’s also a prick. Thinks he’s bigger than he is, better than he is, smarter than he is.” She elbowed him gently. “What would’ve y’done?”

“Probably been a mechanic.” He shrugged.

“That sounds nice.” She hummed.

He scoffed.

“What?”

“We woulda never met, not for all’a this.” He gestured vaguely.

She hummed. “I don’t know ‘bout that.”

He grunted, hands shredding a leaf idly. “How woulda we met? You with your military career. Me, wandering the backwoods of Georgia with Merle.”

She smiled and leaned to press against his arm. “I was stationed in Savannah and I explored a lot in my free time.” She caught his eyes. “I went hunting a lot. Liked to drive to small towns and spend time in the forest. We coulda run into each other.”

He watched her, quiet in his stillness. “And what would’ya have done if we did?”

She smiled. “Honestly?” He nodded. “Fuck ya if you were down for it.”

He blushed. “No y’wouldn’t ‘ve.”

“Hell yeah, I would’ve. Some hot dude carryin’ a crossbow or a deer you just shot?” She whistled. “I woulda jumped y’bones.”

“Y’don’t gotta lie t’me.” He sucked on his teeth.

She pulled back a bit. “Why would I lie?”

“Com’n.” he shifted, putting some space between them. “You wouldn’t ‘ve been interested in some filthy-ass hick.”

“I am, and often was, before this, a ‘filthy-ass hick’.” She huffed a breathless little chuckle.

He shook his head. “You were a captain in the Army, means y’went to college right?”

She hummed in agreement.

“So you had options.” He kept his voice low, maybe on purpose, she didn’t know, but there was intensity that she wasn’t sure was all for her. “You coulda done anything you wanted.”

“No I couldn’t.” She shook her head. “I went to college because that was part of the deal. They needed the time to expunge my record so they sent me to college. At least that’s what they told me.” She made a vague motion. “I think they just didn’t want to wait.”

“For what?”

“For me to make grade and qualify for Ranger School.” She shrugged. “They wanted to get me in the back way, make a big stink only when I made it. If I didn’t make it, there wouldn’t have been egg on their face. They set up everythin’, choice had nothin’ t’do with it.”

“Y’still don’t get it.” He scoffed. “You woulda took one look at me-“

“Daryl, we ain’t that different.” She nodded and caught his shoulder when he tried to turn away. “We are made of the same stuff. Just different flavors of redneck. So yeah, I’d like t’think that you’da had me at hello. I’d like to think that I’d see you for what you are.”

“And what’s that?” He seemed to soften, shifting back so they were pressed together, shoulder to boot.

“A good man. A kindred spirit.” She settled back against his side as he relaxed. “Besides, I woulda taken one look at you, with your arms, your shoulders, your pretty blue eyes…” She grinned, whistling.

He was looking at her mouth. “And?”

It was okay because she was tracing the line of his bicep down his arm with her eyes.

He leaned in closer. “And?”

Her eyes jumped from his arm to his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

He nodded and leaned over her. Their eyes remained locked as she reached up to cradle his face. She smiled and bit her lip.

“You gonna kiss me or nah, Spitfire?”

She pressed an almost chaste kiss to his mouth. It didn’t last long enough, so when she pulled away, Daryl chased her lips with his, pressing her back against the tree behind her.

“That all ya’got?”

She threw her head back and laughed, before pressing him back and crawling over him. He grinned and settled his hands on her hips. She laid over him, elbows coming to rest on either side of his head.

She dipped her head down and caught his lips again, groaning into his mouth when he squeezed her hips.

Smiling, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He lifted a hand and dug his fingers into her hair, loosening her bun and directing her head where he wanted it.

Daryl’s other hand drifted lower and squeezed. She laughed against his mouth and let him guide her hips against his.

His tongue followed hers back into her mouth-

Crack

Daryl sat up in a shot, his hand on her ass keeping her upright.

“Walker?”

He shook his head. “It’s an animal.”

“The deer!”

She turned back to him. He seemed to be withdrawing, some anxiety or another causing him to pull back, so she pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Next time.”

He watched her for a brief moment and nodded. “I’ma hold ya t’that.”

Mitzi rested a hand on Daryl’s shoulder and hopped down behind him, eyeing the group standing in the clearing.

She frowned, trying to figure out why they were just standing there, weapons drawn. She saw the walker at the same time Daryl did. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

“Sumova Bitch.” Daryl strode into the clearing, red in the face. “That was m’deer!”

She was more hesitant, catching the apprehension in the way the men, one of whom she didn’t know, were looking at Daryl.

“Daryl…”

“Look at it, Mitz.” Daryl kicked at the walker. “All gnawed on by this disease-bearin’, motherless, poxy bastard.”

Dale sighed. “Calm down, son, that isn’t helping.”

Daryl got in his face. “What do you know ‘bout it, Old Man? Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?”

Mitzi sighed, arms cradling her rifle to her chest. “Leave him be, D. It’s not his fault.”

He backed up, turning back to the deer. “We’ve been tracking this deer for miles... Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison.” Daryl yanked his bolts from the deer and motioned to the large bite mark in the deer’s neck, staring up at her. “You think we can cut around this chewed part right here?”

“I would not risk that.”

Despite her avid dislike for Shane, Mitzi agreed with him, shaking her head at Daryl before focusing back on the new man in the circle.

Daryl straightened and faced the group around them, suddenly quieting, noticing the odd tension in the air. He caught her eyes, arching his eyebrows and motioning to the new person. He waited for her answering shrug, before turning back to the group.

“That’s a damn shame... Well, I got some squirrel, ‘bout a dozen or so. That’ll have t’do.” Daryl gestured with the bolt for Mitzi to walk ahead.

As they walked past the walker, it snarled, mouthing ineffectually in the direction of her ankles.

She stepped back into Daryl with a soft grunt, who maneuvered her out of the way, a bolt piercing the walker’s brain through the eye not a second later.

“Com’n people. What t’hell? Gotta be the brain.” Daryl tugged the bolt free and wiped it on his work pants. He shared an exasperated look with her and pushed her forward, eyes on the group over her head. “Don’t y’all know nothin’?”

They made their way towards camp, Daryl hollering for Merle. The tension from the clearing followed them into camp.

“Daryl, slow up a minute, I need to talk to you.”

She felt Daryl’s hand on her shoulder and turned as he answered, “‘Bout what?”

“‘Bout Merle. There was a… a problem in Atlanta.”

She hooked her hand around Daryl’s arm. “Shit. What happened?”

Daryl sucked in a breath and straightened his arm, catching her hand as it slid down his arm. “He dead?”

Shane shrugged and she had never wanted more dearly to knock his teeth in. She restrained herself, choosing to squeeze Daryl’s hand instead.

“Not sure.”

Daryl shifted forward, directing her slightly behind him. “He either is or he ain’t.”

The new man stepped forward, hands on his hips like he was used to wearing a gun belt. Another cop.

He sucked in a breath. “There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.”

Daryl turned on him, pushing into his space, letting go of her hand. “Who’re you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

Mitzi’s eyebrows shot into her hairline. She found Lori in the crowd and Carl soon after, the kid the sitting image of the man in front of her. The ring Lori had worn on a chain around her neck ever since Mitzi had met her, was suspiciously gone.

Interesting.

Daryl was getting agitated, pacing like a big cat in a cage. Mitzi stepped around him, putting herself in between Daryl and this new cop. She set her hand on his chest and tried to catch his eyes. “Daryl. D!”

“Rick Grimes?” Daryl mocked, as he set his hand on her forearm, trying to gently push past her. “You got something you want to tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed on a roof hooked into a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

“The fuck you say?” She turned and Daryl took the opportunity to step around her, continuing to pace. “You left him on a roof?”

Shane pointed at her, stalking towards her. “Stay out of this, Donovan.”

“Fuck outta m’face, Walsh.” She stepped around him, shaking his hand off of her arm. “Don’t touch me.”

“Donovan!”

She ignored him and moved closer to Daryl.

“Hold on. Lemme process this.” He swiped at his face with the back of his hand and made a vague motion at his head. “You handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?”

Rick hung his head. “Yeah.”

Daryl threw the brace of squirrels he had been holding and moved to charge at Rick.

Shane charged Daryl, dropping his shoulder and knocking him off his feet.

When Shane had straightened, standing fully, she landed a punch to his jaw that sent him sprawling again.

Someone caught her around the middle, Dale, she thought, as Shane shot her a dirty look and helped Rick disarm Daryl.

She shook free of Dale and approached Rick and Shane, the latter of which had Daryl on the ground in a chokehold.

Rick was preaching about rational conversations just as Mitzi’s small, freckled fist landed on square on Rick’s 5 o’clock shadow. Shane cussed under his breath as she straightened and turned toward him.

“Let him go now.”

Daryl tried to shake free and Shane held him fast. “Or what?”

“I know you think you’re bad, Shane. Been in a couple fist fights, maybe got some training along the way.” She got in Shane’s face, bending at the waist to look him in the eye. “We aren’t on the same level though, Walsh. You let him go now or I demonstrate that for you and the collected constituents of our fine camp.”

Shane growled and released Daryl, who accepted her offered hand and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet.

Shane pushed into her space. “I’m gettin’ sick of your attitude, Donovan.”

“I’m gettin’ sick of the way you treat a man who’s gone outta his way to feed you.” She cast a look around at the camp. “Fuckin’ world is over and you dumb twats want to keep the Sunday morning judgement going. Fuck the lot’a ya.”

She felt Daryl tug at her shirt and allowed herself to be pulled back. She turned to Rick, who let out a hesitant, awkward chuckle before turning back to Daryl.

“Now do you think you can have a rational discussion?”

The question was half-posed to her, posted up in front of Daryl like a bodyguard, arms crossed over her chest.

She sucked on her teeth. “Don’t know why you feel entitled to rational discussion after you chained his brother to a roof.”

“That’s fair. What I did was not on a whim.” Rick looked Daryl in the eye, before meeting her eyes as well. “Your brother does not work and play well with others.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Not Rick’s fault...I had the key and I dropped it.”

“You couldn’t pick it up?” Daryl growled, voice breaking.

T-Dog shifted nervously. “I dropped it down a drain.”

Daryl paced a couple feet and threw a fist full of dirt at the ground. “If that was supposed to make me feel better, it don’t.”

T-Dog nodded. “Maybe this will: I chained the door to the roof, so the geeks couldn’t get at him.... with a padlock.”

Rick hesitantly, conciliatory, approached. “Gotta count for something.”

Daryl wiped at his face and motioned to the camp. “T’Hell with all y’all! Just tell me where he is, so’s I can go git him.”

“He’ll show you, isn’t that right?” Lori turned away, disdain clear in her body language.

Mitzi whistled. They are definitely married.

Rick nodded, shying away from his wife’s eyes. “I’m going back.”

Shane huffed and shook his head as Rick walked toward his- Lori’s tent.

She looked up and caught Shane’s very angry eyes. He snarled at her, slapping his hat on his thigh. She arched her eyebrow and he flipped her the bird. She laughed.

A couple minutes later, Rick returned in uniform.

“So that’s it then?” Shane rumbled. “You just gonna walk off? T’ hell with everyone else?”

Rick buttoned his shirt, shaking his head. “I’m not saying t’hell with anybody. Not you Shane, Lori least of all.” He walked away, towards the camper.

“Tell her that.” Shane shot back.

Rick turned to face Shane and sighed. “She knows.”

Shane stalked up the small incline after him. “Well look. I don’t, okay, Rick? So could you just- could you throw me a bone here man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?”

“Hey!” Daryl pointed at Shane with the bolts he was cleaning, before sitting on a milk crate next to her. “Choose your words more carefully.”

Shame dismissed him. “No I did. Douchebag is what I meant.” Shane shot Daryl and Mitzi a dirty look.

Mitzi returned it, drawing a whetstone over her hunting knife. “Remember what I said about the end of my patience, Walsh.”

“Be quiet.” He pointed at her and she pointed right back. Still glaring at her, he turned to Rick. “Merle Dixon.. the guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dyin’ of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do, doesn’t interest me.” He leaned into Shane. “I can’t let a man die of thirst- me -thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That’s no way for anythin’ to die, let alone a human being.”

Lori spoke up from where she sat near the adjacent fire. “So you and Daryl? That’s your big plan?”

Glenn sighed. “Oh, come on.”

“You know the way, you’ve been there before.” Rick shifted his feet. “In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It’s not fair if me to ask, I know that. But if feel much better if you came along. I know she would too.”

Mitzi wasn’t so sure about that with the look on Lori’s face.

“That’s just great. Now y’gonna risk three men, huh?”

“Four.” T-Dog drawled.

Daryl scoffed. “My day just gets better and better, don’t it?”

“You see anyone else here stepping up to save your brother’s cracker ass.”

“Why you?”

T-Dog straightened his shoulders. “You wouldn’t even begin to understand. You don’t speak my language.”

“That’s four,” Dale observed.

“I’m goin’.” She stood.

“Now, Donovan…”

“Mind your business, Walsh.” She caught Daryl’s eyes and held them. “I’m goin’.”

“A’ight.” Daryl nodded.

“Ma’am, I don’t know you.” Rick grinned wryly at her. “I know you can handle yourself in a brawl, but this is going to be dangerous. It could get ugl-“

“You ever done an exfil?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

“An exfil?” He frowned and looked over at Shane. “What do you mean an exfil?”

“Exfiltration, otherwise known as an extraction. Infiltrate, eliminate hostiles, remove MVP.” She smiled meanly. “They don’t teach cops that wherever you’re from?”

“Have you done an exfil, Donovan?” Shane’s lip curled. “They teach that in Basic?”

She answered his sarcastic smile with one of her own. “Not Basic, you tool. At Ranger School. Not the coolest name for a Spec Ops school, I’ll grant ya, but it does the trick.”

Glenn parroted, “Spec Ops?”

She nodded. “Special operations, special forces. I’m an Army Ranger. I’ve done literally hundreds of extractions. If Glenn can get me in, I can get us and Merle out. So kindly put your dicks away, boys, I win this pissin’ match.”

“You’re a Ranger?” Shane set his jaw. “Do they even let women in Spec Ops?”

“They let her.” Daryl rasped. “Recruited her special for it an’ everythin’.”

She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

Rick seemed a little shell-shocked. “Why?”

“I’m going to assume you’re not being an asshole on purpose, Rick-“

“Thank you?”

She barked out a laugh. “The likelihood of you meeting someone who’s a better shot than me was laughable before the end of the world. Now?” She whistled.

It seemed to dawn on Rick at the same time Shane realized just who he had been fucking with this whole time.

Rick set his hand on her shoulder. “You’re a sniper?”

She grinned and confirmed. “I’m a sniper. A damn good one. I hold the current record in the Army for longest kill shot.”

“How far?”

She smiled at T-Dog. “3400 meters. Give or take. The presentation I was coming up to Atlanta for would’ve broken the worldwide record if I had made it- 3700 meters. I’ve been practicing for months.”

Awe lit up Glenn’s face, like a kid at Christmas, and T-Dog suddenly looked hopeful, less resigned to dying.

That is, until Glenn turned to him with a huge smile. “You owe me fifty bucks!”

T-Dog shook his head. “You said ‘special agent’. She’s Spec Ops. That’s different.”

“Closer than you!” Glenn grinned and turned to Mitzi, pointing at T-Dog with his thumb. “He thought you were a taxidermist.”

“A taxidermist?” She tilted her head in confusion. “No one told y’all that I was military?” Both men shook their heads and she cast a look at Shane, who was looking down at his boots. “How interesting.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Didn’t mean nothing’ by it.”

She waved him off, chuckling. “T, that is the least offensive guess I have heard thus far.”

He nodded, relaxing. “Sorry about Merle.”

She nodded, catching Daryl’s eyes. “Shit happens. Let’s go get him.”

“When we get there, I’ll take point.”

Rick puffed up, preparing to argue. “Mi-“

She shook her head, checking the railroad ahead of them through her scope. “I’ll take point, Daryl will have my shoulder. We have quieter weapons.” She turned back to Rick. “We’ll clear the ground floor, room-by-room until we get to the stairs. On the off-chance we miss one or one comes up behind us, you’ll have our backs. Try to avoid firing that Python, Sheriff. It’s too loud.”

Rick sighed, nodding. “Okay. Then what?”

She turned to Glenn and T-Dog. “If we enter the building where you want us to, is it a straight-shot to the stairs?”

“No.” Glenn shook his head. “No, we have to go through the department store, the stairs are on the other side of the elevator.”

She made a face. “Directly behind?”

“More or less. There’s a small hallway.”

“How many doors?”

“Three, I think.” He looked up, counting in his head. “Yeah, two bathrooms and a utility closet.”

“The doors on the bathrooms, they push open or do they latch shut?” He shrugged and she nodded. “No problem, we ha-“ she paused and lifted her rifle, aiming over T-Dog’s shoulder. Looking down the scope, she whispered, “Stay still, T.”

There was a thud and she turned back to them, lowering her rifle.

T-Dog looked over his shoulder at the walker ten yards away. Shakily, he turned back. “Thanks.”

She ignored the slack-jaw looks. “We have a major blind spot, but that’s okay. We’ll clear the department store and pick a side around the elevators. If the bathroom doors are open or they don’t latch, we’ll deal with it then.”

Daryl nodded. “Not like geeks are all that smart.”

She smiled. “Definitely easier than armed hostiles.” She turned back to Glenn and T-Dog. “What are the stairs like?”

Glenn looked confused and Rick supplied, “concrete?”

She chuckled. “Are they open to the basement?”

“And a sub-basement, too.” T-Dog nodded.

“Okay, then. When we get there, I’m gonna cover the basement. Daryl will lead you up the stairs. We’ll go flight-by-flight. It’ll be slower but we won’t have any surprises.”

Glenn just stared. “I wanna be you when I’m older.”

She grinned and opened the bolt on her rifle. She slid in a couple rounds and cocked the rifle. “A’ight. Let’s go.”

“You’re not doing this alone.” There was a note of authority in Rick’s voice that was already driving her up the wall, but he was right.

Daryl huffed and interjected from somewhere over her head. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”

Mitzi studied the crude, sharpie drawing. Sucking on her teeth, she shook her head. “I’m still not-”

Glenn cut her off, irritated. “It’s a good plan, okay, if you just hear me out.” He looked up at Rick and sighed, squatting over the drawing. “If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast. Look.” He focused down at the map, setting a binder clip and a balled-up sticky note on one of the ‘streets’. “That’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That’s the bag of guns. Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where me and Daryl will go.”

“Why me?”

Glenn nodded. “Your crossbow is quieter than his gun.” Daryl quieted, nodding, and Glenn moved back over his map, placing a blue post-it flag dispenser in the alleyway. “While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.”

Rick seemed slightly appeased. “You got us elsewhere?”

“You and T-Dog, right.” Glenn placed a pink rubber eraser in another connecting alley. “You’ll be in this alley here.”

“Two blocks away? Why?”

“I may not be able to come back the same way, walkers may cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. At the same time, Mitzi can pick off walkers that get too close with her rifle.” He placed a paperclip in the same alley as Daryl’s blue post-its “There’s a fire escape up to a small balcony that runs almost all the way around the building next to this one, Mitzi will go there and watch my back. Afterwards we’ll all meet back here.”

“Hey kid.” They all swiveled to look at Daryl. “What did you do before all of this?”

“Delivered pizzas. Why?”

Mitzi hummed and regarded the kid with an assessing eye. “You’dve made a hell of a strategist. Better planned than half the missions I went on.”

Rick smiled. “You recruitin’ right now, Mitzi?”

Mitzi grinned. “Wanted to be like me, kid? I can put ya through the paces, make a soldier outta you.”

Glenn rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Maybe another day.”

“We can still go with my plan.” Mitzi checked the bolt on her rifle and then slid her handgun out to check the clip. “Wait a bit longer and I can just sneak on in-“

Rick shot her a look. “I’m not sending you in alone. Stop.”

She grinned. “I can take Daryl with me?”

“Mitzi, no.”

She made a face and mouthed, “Mitzi, yes.”

Daryl grinned and gripped her knee. “Simmer down.”

Miguel scoffed. “What are you going to be able to do all by yourself, GI Jane?”

She laughed and leaned forward. “You should ask your friend… Jorge, was it? I’m a damn good shot. I didn’t miss. He’s alive because I didn’t want him dead. You should remember that.”

He recoiled.

Thirty seconds later, they assembled in the courtyard.

“That’s the bitch that shot me!”

Mitzi nodded. “I sure the fuck am! I don’t like it when people beat on my friends...”

Jorge snarled, pointing a gun at her. Only to have Guillermo push him back.

Guillermo approached Rick, eyeing the guns then giving Mitzi a quick one-over. “I see my guns, but they’re not all in the bag.”

“That’s because they aren’t yours.” Rick shifted slightly. “I thought I mentioned that.”

Felipe moved closer to Guillermo’s ear. “Let’s just shoot these asshole’s right now, ese. Unload on their asses, ese.”

Jorge took a couple steps forward. “I get the bitch first.”

Daryl leveled his rifle at Jorge as Guillermo waved them off. “I don’t think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.”

“No. I’m pretty clear.” Rick cut the cord around Miguel’s wrists and pushed him lightly forward. “You have your man. I want mine.”

Guillermo set his jaw and stalked forward. “I’m gonna chop up your boy..feed him to my dogs. Three of the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. Picked ‘em up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be! Are you woefully deaf?”

Mitzi frowned, something itching at her intuition.

Rick settled his rifle against his shoulder. “My hearing’s fine. You said come locked and loaded.” They all followed Rick’s lead, clicking their weapons. “Okay, then we’re here.”

Guillermo backed up, his men raising weapons simultaneously.

Mitzi sucked her teeth. Something was definitely not right.

There was a shuffling from the back of the crowd of Vatos. “Felipe? Felipe?” called a frail, reedy voice as an elderly woman emerged from behind Guillermo.

With his gun still raised, Felipe half-turned to regard the woman. “Abuela, go back with the others - now.”

“Git that old lady out of the line of fire!”

Guillermo turned to regard the woman as well. “Abuela, listen to your m’hijo. This is not the place for you right now.”

She didn’t listen, instead addressing Felipe. “Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff... Carlito can’t find it. He needs his medicine.”

She stepped forward, nose of her rifle dropping. “Asthma stuff?” She whispered, then louder. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Guillermo shot her an anxious look but ignored her. “Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you.”

Felipe led the woman away, speaking to her soothingly in Spanish.

Daryl caught her eye. “What?”

She nodded at the vatos. “This is all just ball-bustin’. Half of these idiots can’t even aim at us properly from where they’re standing.”

Rick turned towards her. “What?”

She lowered her gun, keeping her voice low. “This is all bullshit. Intimidation.”

Rick’s jaw worked noiselessly, mind putting pieces together like hers.

“Who are these men?”

Felipe’s grandmother had noticed them, stopping their conversation short.

Rick lowered his weapon and she took a couple steps forward. “Ma’am.”

She caught sight of Rick’s uniform and twisted her hands, distressed. “Don’t you take him! Felipe’s a good boy. He had his trouble, but he pulled himself together. We need him here.”

“Ma’am, I’m not here to arrest your grandson.”

“Then what do you want him for?”

Rick met her eyes and she huffed. “They ain’t gonna kill us. Would’ve already done it. Somethin’ ain’t lining’ up.”

He nodded at her, turned back and stuttered. “He’s... helping us find a missing person... Fella named Glenn?”

“The Asian boy?” She smiled. “He is with Mr. Gilbert...Come. Come, I'll show you.” She began to lead them into the crowd. “He needs his medicine.”

Sensing defeat, Guillermo grit his teeth. “Let them pass.”

Daryl fell into step behind her, Jorge glaring at them as they passed. Daryl glared back, his hand landing lightly on her lower back as he guided her forward.

The woman led them into a nursing home, past a number of individual rooms complete with old people and into a large main room where a small group was watching Felipe administer an inhaler. There in the middle of the group was Glenn, unharmed but anxiously staring at the man.

Rick marched straight up to him. “What is this?”

Glenn looked at him then turned back toward the man in the wheelchair struggling for his next breath. “Asthma attack. Couldn’t catch his breath all of a sudden.”

T-Dog clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “We thought you were being eaten by dogs, man!”

Glenn arched an eyebrow and they all turned towards the corner of the room, where three Chihuahuas sat on a pink and leopard print dog bed.

Mitzi sucked on her teeth. “The fuc’-“ A little, old lady caught her eye and Mitzi winced. “The fricken gall.”

She wiped her face with an old shop rag and hung her head.

“I say we put a pick-ax in his head and the dead girl’s and be done with it.” Daryl stood behind her, his knee pressing against her back as she sat back against him.

She opened her mouth, trying to breath through her mouth and not her nose, the smell of burning rot- human rot -thick in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “Is that what you’d want for you?”

Daryl’s hand landed heavily on her head, as if he was trying to silently check on her. Without hesitation, he answered. “Yeah and I’d thank you while you did it.”

Dale sighed heavily. “I hate to say it, I never thought I would, but maybe Daryl’s right”

Rick stepped forward. “Jim is not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog...” Dale tried to cut in and Rick spoke over him, “He’s a sick, sick man. If we start down that road, where do we draw the line?”

Daryl squared his shoulders. “Line’s pretty clear: Zero tolerance for walkers or them to be.”

Mitzi shook her head. “We’d have to watch Jim night and day. Whoever watches him would have to be on- no dozing off, no bathroom breaks. There’s no way to quarantine him safely.” She shrugged weakly, head still swimming. “I hate it but, there’s only so many options.”

Rick cut in. “What if we can get him help? I heard that the CDC is working on a cure.”

“‘Working on’ and ‘has’ are two very different realities.” The breeze blew over them and she felt bile in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “I heard that too.. heard a lotta things before the world went to hell.”

“What if the CDC is still up and running?”

“That is a stretch right there.”

She leaned over, her eyes screwed shut, shop rag pressed over her face. She felt Daryl’s hand on the back of her neck.

“Mitzi? You okay?” It was Carol.

She waved her off with her free hand.

Shane sucked his teeth. “You are being uncharacteristically subdued.” He grinned. “Kinda nice.”

She caught Daryl, before he could step forward, hand on his thigh. She breathed deep one more time and dropped the hand holding her shop rag to her face.

“Fuck you, Shane Walsh.”

He laughed. “There she is! Done being dramatic?”

Rick frowned hard at Shane and Lori shoved to her feet. “Shane!”

He made a face, shrugging. “Big, tough Spec Ops sniper? Fuck outta here.”

“You smell this before?”

Everyone turned to Mitzi, who had set the rag down on the cooler next to her thigh and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Shane shrugged. “No.”

“I have, a couple times, before all’a this.” She looked up. “Last time was a year ago, in this tiny little mountain village in Afghanistan. We had holed in this village a number of times. It was a farming community, vibrant and generous. The people were nice. The kids use’ta bring me little trinkets, cool rocks, wind-polished desert glass.”

She paused and dug her keys out of her pocket, holding up a smooth, green, translucent piece of glass on a keychain. Daryl pressed tighter against her back.

“The last time we were there, insurgents had wiped the place off the map. Piled all the townsfolk in the center of the town; men, women, children… and set their bodies on fire.” She looked up at Shane. “Denying them a proper Muslim burial because they had colluded with the US Army. Because they colluded with me. So yeah, I’m feeling a little subdued, present circumstances considered.”

He shrunk back. Everyone was quiet for a solid five minutes.

Rick placed his hands on his hips and sighed. “If there’s any government left, any structure at all, they’d protect the CDC at all costs, wouldn’t they? I think it’s our best shot. Shelter, protection, rescue...”

Shane huffed in frustration. “Look, Rick, we all want those things. I do too. If they exist, they’re at the army base at Fort Benning.”

Mitzi shook her head. “Fort Benning is not going to prioritize civilian lives. If they are still operational, their mission is reestablishing authority and control. They’ll stick us in a camp, off-base, with limited supplies and security, and we’ll have to trust that they have checked every civilian. That no one is bit.”

“You sure that’s not just because you don’t want to go back to work?”

She sighed, reaching in her pocket for her brass knuckles. She slipped them on and launched at Shane.

Rick and Daryl must have been expecting it, because before she could take a step, Daryl had popped her off the ground, Rick using his upper body and arms to press her back into Daryl.

“Mitzi, breathe.”

“He fuckin’ has it comin’.”

Rick caught her eyes and held them. “Breathe.”

Daryl pressed his face into her neck and whispered. “Com’n, Spitfire. Calm down. We’ll get ‘em another time, right? Breathe, baby.”

She breathed deep.

“M’Fine. Fuckin’ put me down.”

Rick nodded and they directed her back onto her cooler.

She leaned up against the door of the office she would be sleeping in. Catching his hand, she pulled him over, waiting for the others to move past them. “Want to conserve water with me?”

He blushed and knocked his forehead against hers. “Conserve water?”

She nodded. “Jenner said to take it easy on the hot water.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You’re drunk.”

She shrugged and fisted a hand in his shirt, pulling him into the room behind her. “Tipsy, more like, but if you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have t’do anythin’ but shower.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Don’t chicken out on me now.” He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her shirt hit the ground shortly after his and she hooked her finger over his belt buckle, drawing him into the bathroom behind her.

He briefly pressed his face to her very functional bra and teased his teeth over the swell of her breast.

Smiling, she directed his face back to hers and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently. He groaned, reaching down and grabbing at her ass and lifting her onto the sink.

He paused to squeeze one more time before leaning over and turning the hot water on in the shower.

He turned back to her and paused, watching her. She ran her hands down his chest, running her fingers over the old faint scars that littered his torso.

“You’re pretty like this.” He didn’t give her time to respond but leaned over and caught her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth with a gravelly moan.

She returned it, drawing him between her legs, cradling his face between her hands. He pulled away, moving instead to press wet kisses to her neck and shoulders.

She moaned and moved her hand to squeeze and grip at his arms and shoulders.

He stopped, pulling back a bit.

“What's wrong?” She rubbed her hands through his hair and jumped a little when his thumb pressed into her shoulder, just shy of the ball of the joint.

“You got shot.”

She nodded. “Lucky shot, just outside my Kevlar.” She lifted her opposite arm and motioned to her bicep, where another scar marred the yellow rose tattooed there. “Same guy got me there too. Pissed me off. That tattoo was only a month old. Never did get it touched up.”

He pressed his lips to her shoulder and then her bicep, before leaning up to catch her lips again.

She grinned as he pulled away and patted her thigh. “Got one here too and that one almost killed me.”

Chuckling, he reached for her belt and opened it. “Best git these jeans off too.”

She pressed a kiss to his mouth and reached up to open the closure on her bra. He groaned as she shrugged off the garment and pressed their chests together.

Wrapping an arm around her, lips still locked to hers, he supported her and she shimmied down her pants and underwear.

She hummed as he stepped away again and leaned to press a kiss to the round scar in the top of her right thigh, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” she blurted out in a rush, before reaching for his belt and opening his fly.

He grinned and popped her off the sink. “Git in the shower, baby.”

She did, casting a look at him as she stepped under the water.

He stepped free of his pants and underwear and followed her in. He caged her up against the glass, shielding her from the water and wrapping an arm around her.

His free hand found her nipple and worried it between two fingers. She arched hard against her and teased her teeth over the arch of his jaw. Moaning, his hips stuttered against hers before beginning to roll in earnest rhythm.

She slipped her hands around his side and dug her fingers into the muscles of his upper back, pressing flat against him.

She paused when she encountered raised scar tissue. He flinched away and she kissed over his sternum, dropping her hands to the small of his back. “You don't gotta tell me anythin’.”

He caught her eyes and held them, nodding and leaning in to resume the kiss. A breath later, he pulled away. “You still want this?”

She nodded. “Hell yeah.”

He favored her with a small smile and grabbed her hand from his hair. Touching his forehead to hers, he guided her hand down. “Show me what y’ like.”

She moaned and caught his hand in her much smaller one. “Your hands, not mine.”

He kissed her, carding his fingers through the hair he found there. “Why?”

“Bigger.” She moaned into his mouth as he slid his index finger lower, calloused finger tip rubbing lightly over her clit.

Lips still attached to hers, he slid his finger deeper yet, finding what he was looking for and slipping the tip of his finger inside of her.

She moaned again, lips moving against his, sloppy and out of rhythm as he petted at her with barely there touches.

“Stop teasin’.”

He pressed a smile to her lips. “Who’s teasin’?” He sunk two fingers into her in one motion, swallowing her high moan.

They spent the next few minutes locked together, his fingers wringing moans unchecked from her.

She teased her fingers over the head of his cock and dug the fingers of her opposite hand into the meat of his hip. “D, please.”

He grunted and removed his hand from between her thighs, swallowing her protest with his mouth. He hooked his hands around her thighs and lifted her against the cool, wet glass.

He kissed her as he balanced her weight and smoothed his thumb over her clit.

She hissed as he guided his cock into her. He chuckled, mouthing at her jaw. “Make a man feel good, reactin’ like that.”

She laughed, breathy and distracted. “Make a woman feel good with a cock like that.”

He blushed and ground his hips into hers, partially in retribution.

She caught his eyes, pressing her forehead to his. “How you can blush with your dick inside me…”

He shot her as baleful a look as he could in such a circumstance. “You always sayin’ wild shit.”

She dug both hands into his hair and kissed him, full and deep, before pulling away and whispering against his lips. “I like it when you blush.”

He grunted and hooked her legs over his arms. He took advantage of the new position to snap his hips against hers.

She moaned out a shaky, “fuck!”

“Not blushin’ now.”

She smiled and bit her lip. He watched her face as she moaned, smiling against her mouth as the heat and humidity built.

“Touch y’self.”

Her eyes opened, half-lidded and dark and she hummed like she hadn’t heard him.

“Touch yourself. Com’n baby, help me get ya’there.”

He groaned as she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth and then hissed when he felt them against the base of his cock. She panted, fingers working furtively at her clit.

“Daryl-“

“I know, Spitfire. You’re squeezing’ me. I gotcha.”

He followed her a handful of thrusts later, lips sealed to hers, each swallowing the other’s pleasure.

Part 3

#twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon

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kennysboxergf · 9 months

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can u do one about like being apart of the beta squad and how they treat u like a little sister or sum like that lol

Brothers ~ Beta Squad

This group had always felt like a family. These men who had been strangers a little over a year ago had grown to become your friends and then your brothers.

You knew your weren’t blood related but it never mattered because they were yours and you were theirs. You would always be together, even if Niko couldn’t stop irritating you for entertainment.

“Hurry up! Y/n!” Were the screams you heard at your door. You had a hair curler/straightener (whatever you use xx) to your hair and weren’t up for this.

He started knocking aggressively at your door and the sound echoed through your room. His screams were persistent enough to cause ringing in your ears which made them almost impossible to ignore.

“Open up! Open up!” He yelled not unlike a FBI agent. A FBI agent who never failed to get on your nerves.

You wielded your appliance like a weapon before going over to open the door. The noise rising as you got closer only sent your head pounding harder.

You opened the door to Niko’s face and his fist almost punching you as his reaction time didn’t match up with you opening the door.

His scream of “come outside” slowly quietened to a mumble.

You put one hand on your hip and pointed at him with the burning weapon/hair appliance in you hand.

“Niko, this better be really fucking important or I’m shoving this down your throat.”

His face split into a toothy grin.

“Chunkz wanted to ask what he should order you for dinner”

You slammed the door onto his face.

You knew they would always be on your side, especially Sharky.

“Shh, babes, it’s all right ok?” He whispers as soon as you walk through his door. You barely saw the shock on his face through the tears flowing down your face.

He walked up to you with open arms and you immediately took the chance and buried yourself in his chest.

“He’s a prick, a right bastard” he mumbled into your hair as you sobbed harder into his clothes.

You knew the thought of his clothes didn’t even cross his mind and he ran a comforting hand up and down your back.

He pulled you away from his torso as your sobs turned to hiccups. He gave you a gentle smile that pierced through the pain and filled your heart.

“Stop crying, come on” he whispered with a laugh. He pointed a playful finger at you, “if you don’t stop crying now I’m going to send Kenny to beat him up”

You laughed at his lame joke. He smiled bigger when he saw you. He led you gently to his bed and got you a few tissues to clean up.

“Your makeup is everywhere” he said with quiet laughs in between the words and you laughed along with him because that was never serious.

And even though Sharky joked about it, Kenny would always fight for you.

“Hey princess! Give us a smile!” Said the bald man with two teeth you passed on the street. You ignored the comment, being used to getting cat called on public by now.

Kenny however was not used to this. You felt his arm around you shoulder tense as he stopped walking. You weren’t up to see Kenny fight a drunken bastard today so you tried to pull him away.

“It not a big deal, Ken, come on” you said, pulling on his sleeve.

“Oooh is your big, bad boyfriend mad at me?” Continued the man, clearly too far out of it to care.

Kenny pulled his arm away from you. You grabbed his sleeve before he could go too far. “Leave him alone.” You said, managing your strictest voice.

“Come on, one light punch?” He said with a little smile on his face.

“I know you could beat him up any day, Kens, let’s just get home with minimal injuries.” You reason.

His face falls but he nods, swinging his arm back around you shoulders.

As the two of you begin to walk away you hear a loud “pussy!” Come from behind you.

Kenny immediately turns to you with a question written into his expression. You wouldn’t let the man go disrespected so you nod in answer and he detaches himself from you to approach the man. You don’t turn around, preferring not to see the interaction for deniability.

You hear the crack of Kenny’s fist meeting the other guy’s face and wince. The next thing you hear is Kenny yelling “run!” And his footsteps behind you.

He pushes you from behind and you pick up the pace as the two of you run home, laughing, hearts beating and you know were safe with him.

But whenever the other boys were too loud or too aggressive for you there was always Chunkz.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n? Back to Earth for Y/n?” Chunkz’s voice rang out.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up at him, realising you had been staring at a wall for the last however many minutes.

“You wanna get away from here?” He asked. You nodded, still not quite sure what you body was doing as you got up and he pulled you out with your sleeve.

“Yo Chunkz! Where you going?” AJ yelled from somewhere behind you.

“Mind your business, Danny Devito!” Chunkz yelled back from a little too close to you. You pulled into yourself at the noise and he apologised quietly.

The sound of the others laughter rang out behind you, muffled and unfocused. You kept your attention on trying to put one foot in front of the other.

As you turned out of the room you had been in, silence chilled your veins and you head came back to clarity.

“You alright? Seemed a lil out of it back there” Chunkz said, letting go of your sleeve now that you had gotten away.

“Yeah, just kinda tired I think.” You replied, looking at your surroundings to avoid looking at Chunkz being worried. “Wanna go home” you said, sounding not unlike a child.

“Ok baby, want me to drive you home?” He said with a laugh, you saw his hand move up to hit your shoulder but he hesitated and put it back down.

“I’m not a child, but yes please” you replied, Chunkz had already started walking in the direction of the parking lot.

“I’ll let you have the aux?” He said as he turned around to see your face.

You smiled at him and nodded, he sighed but smiled nonetheless and turned back around.

“Thank you.” You said halfway through the car ride home.

“Of course.” He replied.

And AJ always had everything you needed, and he never cared if he had to go out and get you anything.

“Sharky I swear to you if your body enter the vicinity of my body one more time I’m going to snip your tiny dick off” you snapped. The man next to you on the sofa kept coming over to lean on your or put his hands around your shoulder and what not and you were not having it. No matter how hard to pushed or how far you moved he always came back.

“Woahh, y/n, are you on your period or something?” AJ asked, laughing and looking around at the other guys for support.

“Yeah, I am, and I’m gonna go now.” You stated, getting up and leaving to go up to your bed.

You flopped yourself onto it, not willing to deal with the others right now. And of course, that’s when you heard a tentative knock on your door.

“Go away!” You yelled, and to your surprise you heard footsteps actually walk away. Whoever that was was smart enough to leave your alone.

You phone buzzed, you picked it up and saw one message from AJ.

“I’m sorry :(“ it read.

You smiled slightly.

“Np.” You fired back, wanting him to think you were still mad at him, ya know fuck with him a little.

“Stop that” He said

“Can I get you someone to make it better?” He added, the message came faster than your fingers could type and you were kinda taken aback.

“Tampons and Chocolate?” you said, curious to far he would go for you.

“Sure what brand of both?”

You smiled in shock and a sense of being loved, firing back the brands you wanted as to not keep him waiting you turned around if the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about how loved you were.

You didn’t know how long after it was your phone buzzed again.

“Can I come in?” Was the massage this time. You threw your bed further up the bed and yelled a “yes!” At the man.

He walked in with a small plastic bag which he handed to you.

“Can’t believe you actually did it” you said as you sat up and looked into the bag.

“Anything for you” he replied, a hand messing up your hair at the same time.

“Fucking bitch.” You mumbled under you breath, he took that as a sign to run out of your door, leaving it wide open.

Fuck.

Now you knew no matter how annoying, overprotective, overwhelming or dumb the other could be they were, are and will always be your brothers.

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sorry for not posting y’all, I’ll try and keep up more from now

#beta squad #niko omilana #sharky #king kenny #aj shabeel #chunkz #cute

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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fic rec friday 18

welcome to the eighteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. A Kind Of Cosmic Joke by @eatdirt

And it's not like it's a big deal. It's decidedly not a big deal. Really it's hardly a deal at all. It's just that, maybe, in the trick of the light, if you squint and turn your head just so, Keith is…

Keith is big.

nothing in the entire history of voltron legendary defender, nay the history of voltron entirely, is funnier than the moment where lance called keith grizzled. he absolutely deserves to be clowned on for that for eternity, even in modern aus, like this fic. lance freaking out about keith getting bigger is funny in every universe in every way and this fic nails it lol

2. only a hippopotamus will do by perfchan

Lance walks into the kitchen and stops. Physically stops, the cup in his hand that’s in need of a refill completely forgotten.

He turns, slowly. Raises an eyebrow. Are those...cookies? He blinks.

Yep. He leans in closer to inspect. Sugar cookies in the shape of pine trees. Green icing, mostly, with the stars on top slathered on in yellow. Well. They’re sort of messy, more like green and yellow blobs, actually. But that’s clearly the intention. Sprinkles for ornaments.

Christmas cookies.

There’s a whole plate of them---a paper plate, stacked high with handmade cookies, wrapped in plastic wrap---and they just randomly appeared. Right here on his kitchen counter.

Lance huffs out little sigh and shakes his head. Maybe mutters something under his breath. But he doesn’t give it much thought once he’s left the kitchen. Afterall, his perpetually cranky, sourfaced roommate basically lives to do weird shit to annoy him. Or something. Lance has found that living with Keith means one thing: expect the unexpected.

And everything tends to get a little crazier when the holidays roll around.

sweetheart keith! overdramatic lance! yes yes yes! and i mean overdramatic lance in this fic lmfao he is epitome dramaqueen bisexual. this fic kills me tho bc for starters its a modern au, and i fckn love modern aus, but further still it is an au wherein lance gets keith as a roommate entirely bc he finds keith hot and his smile breathtaking. what a dumbass nerd. love him

3. Trying Times by @shyfoxes

Keith comes back Hot and Lance has a crisis on the bottom bunk.

u know those fics that make u fan ur face a little? not necessarily bc it’s explicit or anything but bc its just so swoony and romantic and shit and ur embarrassed about how affected u are?? that’s this fic.

4. As If by @surveycorpsjean

The five times Lance was his impulse control, and the one time he wasn't.

y’all know me with 5+1s. i love this one in particular tho bc keith is such a prick lmao. i love when keith is rough and scowly and doesnt handle other people well and can’t emote to save his life. i love when he loves deeply and endlessly with his whole heart but in the least conventional possible way, and i love fics where lance slowly learns to recognise the strange ways in which keith says i-love-you and this fic kills that

5. A Human Thing by @xirayn

Lance comes through a wormhole as a woman. It doesn't change much. aka Lance is gender fluid so getting gender bent by space magic only presents one problem, which turns out not to be Keith.

“Lance, can we just talk? After that you can go back to avoiding me.” Lance scoffed even as her eyes remained stubbornly forward. “I’m not avoiding you.” “Then what are you doing?” That earned him a glare, which would have been annoying if not for how happy Keith was to have her looking at him again. “I’m being a good partner and giving you space while I'm not your type.” Keith crossed his arms and met her eyes with a glare of his own, brow furrowed and lips a tight line. “Not my type?” Lance let out a long sigh of exasperation. “Female, Keith. I don't want you to feel like you have to force yourself to be attracted to women just because your boyfriend currently is one.”

genderfluid lance loml! this fic explores that entire concept so so well, even with the complications of extablished klance and team dynamics and UGH this fic is genuinely one of my faves. the slow trickle to the reveal near the end was planted there the whole time, but i was so caught up that i didnt realise it so when it finally came to light i was gagged!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Helping Hand 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“I don't want them,” you try to wave Jonathan off as he offers a pair of pills, “I don't, urgh, need them, I'll deal–”

“You can barely speak for the pain, darling–”

“Stop calling me that,” you hiss, shaking as your hip throbs. Even the bed offers little comfort. Bigger and softer than your own yet entirely unwelcoming. “Can I… Can I have the coffee? My head is pounding.”

You reach past his hand and he clucks, “better reason for you to take your pills.” He moves the mug away, “take them and you may have some coffee.”

“Are you ser–”

You try to sit up straight and fall back against the heaped pillows, “argh, why are you doing this?”

“Why am I taking care of you? Well, anyone with decency–”

“You did this to me–”

“You tripped on the rug. As for your shoulder, I believe that was the creature you call an ex-husband. You would do yourself a favour by letting him go… like he did you.”

“You don't know shit about my marriage,” you growl, eyes pricking hotly, “fine, fine,” you wince as your muscles raze with fire, “I'll take the damn pills. I can't stand it.”

You grab the pills, scratching his palm, and throw them between your dry lips. You moan and gurgle as you try to force them down. He offers the coffee and you take it without a second thought, gulping down the bitterness and pasty tablets.

“Why… why don't you find someone who isn't broken? Someone younger?” You croak, resting the hot mug over your chest.

“You speak so unkindly of yourself, it's no wonder you refuse my kindness,” reproaches, “you're not broken, you are malleable…”

“Jonathan,” you breathe, his words slicing to your core. He's not wrong, you let Andy mold you into his cookie cutter and all for what?

“Enjoy your coffee, please,” he grins, “you've earned it.”

You flinch. You feel so small and weak. Exactly how you felt with Andy. How you've felt ever since. And now this man, no better than the last, only better at playing the gentleman.

“I want to sleep,” you murmur and look away from him.

“Yes, lots of rest,” he coos, “darling, I only want you happy and healthy.”

🩵

You only drink half the mug before you give in to dread. You're trapped here. Not just in this house but your own body.

You close your eyes as the painkillers kick in. They cannot soothe your anxiety but dull the world enough for you to doze. You have no way to track the time but you wake in a similar light, still racked and cramped.

You push your elbow into the bed and lift yourself. Even just a half cup has your bladder urgently full. You rock and writhe until you manage to sit up and sidle to the edge.

You look around, just the idea of standing is defeating. You need to stop assuming things can't get worse. You brace the bed with one arm and repress a yowl as you force yourself to your feet.

You lean on one foot, your hip giving a frightening thrum as you slowly move your leg. You limp, inch by inch, shuffling as you whimper with each step to the door. You sniffle as you enter the hallway, leaning on the wall as your body shakes.

You feel along and find a bathroom and nearly fall through the doorway. You catch yourself on the sink and sob. You kick the door shut but it doesn't catch. You don't care.

You use your unslung arm to get your pants down and angle down onto the toilet. You lean back with a heave and let go. The soft trickle underlines your mewling.

You finish up and pull yourself up with the counter. You flush, bent over the marble as you slide over to wash your hands. You just need to get back to the bed. One thing at a time.

You put a foot flat and push yourself straight. Your lower back spasms and you cry out, crumpling onto the bath mat. You curl on your side and whine, gulping as your eyelashes stick together.

Footsteps near softly and you look up at the figure standing over you. Soft tisks tickle your ears as Jonathan bends to touch your forehead. He lets his hand wander down your cheek.

“Darling, you should've called for me. You know, that's your problem,” he shifts around and scoops his arms under you. He grunts as he stands straight, his strength a harsh contrast to your futility. “You try to do everything on your own. I'm here, darling. Whatever you need of me.”

You drop your head, hunched in his hold as he carries you into the hall. You don't argue. You learned better than that years ago. You should have realised then too that trust is a dangerous thing.

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #the night manager #au #drabble #series #bookstore au #helping hand #defending jacob #andy barber

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I Find Myself Running Home (To Your Sweet Nothings) | Ona Batlle

warnings: only a little angst

word count: 2895

summary: you find yourself running home to ona and her sweet nothings

chosen song: sweet nothing by taylor swift

a/n: chapter 6/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

When a ray of sunlight wakes you, Ona is still there.

She’s still there but fully clothed and sitting up.

Tears prick your eyes immediately as you reach out to grab her arm.

‘No.’ Your voice breaks because you think she’s leaving (she can’t be leaving you again can she?) but Ona rushes to reassure you.

‘Only for a week amor. One week. I will be back exactly seven days from now, I promise.’ Ona determinedly says.

‘A week?’ There’s a wobble in your voice that has the brunette kissing your forehead fervently.

‘One week. I need to go and finalise the end of my contract at Barcelona.’

‘The end of your contract Ona what?’

‘I’m done with Barcelona. I’m not taking them up on the offer to extend my contract.’ Ona shrugs casually as you stare at her open mouthed. (she was acting like it was no big deal, giving up her childhood club and becoming essentially jobless).

‘After that I’m going to pack. I’m packing up everything I have in Barcelona because if you’ll have me, if you want me, then I’m coming back to Manchester (i’m coming back home).’

Your silence has her backtracking and she stammers, ‘A-Arsenal is interested too. If you don’t want that, I can go to London. I don’t have to re-sign with United, I can go.’

‘Stay.’

Ona stops, trembling slightly as her eyes meet yours.

Taking her hand in yours, you lead her over to your photo wall.

‘I didn’t take down all the photos of you. I kept this one.’

You point to an old Barca B team photo that Ona had somehow missed. It’s a starting eleven photo and in it, though you and Ona were separated by two other teammates, you were looking over at each other.

It’s a grainy poor quality photo but one thing is clear.

There’s an unmistakable look of love in the shared look. Anyone who looked at it could see that you were each other’s favourite person.

Turning around to face Ona (who looks a mixture of being close to tears and confused), you give her the explanation she had been waiting to hear.

‘This is a photo of us, from the day I told you I love you. You wanted to know why I didn’t treat you the way you expected? It’s because I have never stopped loving you. I love you Ona, from that day till now, I have been in love with you.’

Ona bursts into tears and you pull her in for a hug.

‘Stay. Please don’t ever go again.’ You murmur into her ear.

‘I won’t mi amor. For the rest of my life, you have me. However you want me, in whatever capacity you want me, I am yours.’

‘I want all of you Ona.’ (the good, the bad and everything in between, you just wanted her).

‘Then that is what you will have.’ Her words are muffled by your hair but it makes you hug her tighter all the same.

‘Okay. So when does our flight leave?’

The fullback pulls back slightly to quizzically ask, ‘Our?’

‘You didn’t think I was going to let you pack alone? I think if I help, we can finish much faster and then I can have you back home sooner.’

Ona’s resulting smile is brilliant. She half laughs, half sobs, shaking her head with some disbelief.

‘You know I got up early to write letters for you? You were meant to have one for each day I was away.’

You simply grin at her, ‘I can read them when we’re back.’

And so you do.

******

The first you read as Ona puts her clothes back in your shared closet (clothes that you could now steal again).

The second you read as Ona puts her toiletries back in the shared bathroom.

The third you read as she naps, head resting on your stomach (she snores slightly but denies it whenever you tell her she does so).

The fourth you read as she takes her signing photos for United (she looks stunning in them)

The fifth, well you begin to read that only to be interrupted by Ona, whose eyes widen comically when she sees you opening the letter.

‘It’s best if you read this one on your own.’

Her cheeks are bright red and that’s what makes you begin to read it aloud (it’s something about how much she loves your boobs).

Ona chases you around the apartment for that. It ends with her tackling you onto the sofa.

‘Amor…’ She whines in a huff, flopping down on you so that her brown hair is all you can see for a moment.

You laugh, pushing her off you good naturedly.

‘I already know how much you love my boobs Oni. It’s not a secret.’

Ona sighs and feebly mumbles, ‘I can’t help it.’

‘I know.’ You hum, brushing her hair back and kissing the top of her head.

‘I love you. Thank you for your letters.’

The fullback looks up and smiles beautifully, ‘I love you too.’

She’s silent for a moment, simply gazing at you for a moment before she asks, ‘You watch figure skating now?’ (you were really hoping she wouldn’t have noticed the channel your television was last on)

It’s your turn to be embarrassed now.

‘You remember that huh?’

‘I could never get you to watch it with me when we were growing up.’

Blushing faintly, you murmur, ‘I watch it when I miss you because it reminds me of you.’

Ona pulls you in for a kiss, lips slowly moving against yours as she tries her best to convey how much she had missed you too.

******

The sixth you read as she showers, her music playing through the bathroom door. You also can smell the shampoo she’s using, the one that makes her hair smell so good.

And the seventh, you read that one with her sitting beside you, the softest of smiles on her face as she watches you.

You reach the last line of Ona’s letter, ‘I’ll be coming back home today amor. I can’t wait. I miss you. I love you and you’re the person I want to marry.’

Your eyes jump from the piece of paper to Ona’s eyes immediately.

‘You want to marry me?’

‘Yes. I do.’

Ona is serious, you can tell she is by the way she steadfastly meets your gaze.

‘I want you to know that I am on the same page now. You asked me once before but I said no out of fear. I am still scared but I will not let that change my mind. I will not run again. I love you and I want to be yours. I want to know if you still want me to be your wife. It doesn’t have to be now but just let me know if you still want that someday.’

‘Onita…’ You blink back tears and after a moment, give her the tiniest of nods.

The Manchester United fullback lets out a breath of relief, kissing your cheek quickly in response before continuing, ‘I think it’s fair that I propose to you because you already made the effort once. I won’t ask you to marry me now because I know you need time. Take all the time that you need. I promise that I am not going anywhere and I will use that time to show you that I am ready. I am ready and I am willing to do anything to prove to you that I want to be yours. I just want you.’

Ona squeezes your hand in hers and you cry softly.

‘Vale.’

******

It’s a few months later that you return home from a thoroughly exhausting training session (Ona got a pass because she was given the day off).

It’s been the best four months you’ve had in the past couple of years. Going to training with Ona, coming back home with Ona (sometimes coming back home to Ona).

Kissing Ona, being loved by her, being told and shown that you were loved by her…it’s been almost like a dream (Millie pinches you when you ask her to, she tells you you’re being silly every time but you can’t help it).

Four months of ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ and ‘I love yous’ to make up for the lost time.

Unlocking the door, you enter your apartment to hear your girl. She’s in the kitchen humming (she’s also cooking what looks and smells like tortilla de patatas).

That alone is enough to put a smile on your face, washing away the stress and weight of your day.

Your presence has gone unnoticed so far, so you lean against the doorframe and watch her (with more than a little adoration).

Her long hair is pulled up into a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. She continues her humming, the sound of it making you fall more in love with her.

As you watch on, she blows a strand out of her face.

It makes you giggle and Ona jumps, (dramatically) putting a hand over her heart.

‘Babe!’

‘Hi.’ You grin and Ona rushes over to give you a hug.

And a kiss that you are more than happy to receive and reciprocate until she abruptly pulls away.

‘You scared me.’ She accuses.

Ona grabs your hand and puts it over her heart, letting you feel how fast it’s beating.

‘See. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?’

Laughing, you pull her in for another kiss, murmuring a quiet apology against her lips.

Ona gifts you with one of her smiles (it’s one of those special ones she reserves just for you) to let you know you’re forgiven.

The former Barcelona player, now playing in Manchester United colours once again, picks up her spatula and waving it nervously, says, ‘I made dinner, hope you don’t mind tortilla de patatas.’

‘I don’t. In fact, I missed your tortilla de patatas so much. I tried making it but it didn’t taste the same.’

‘I missed your paella. I really did try to make it but I couldn’t get it the same.’ Ona sheepishly admits.

‘I guess I’ll just have to make some for you soon then.’

Ona gives you yet another smile, whispering a grateful, ‘Gracias.’

******

Six (blissful) months go by before Ona anxiously brings up the subject of her wanting to visit her family, back in Spain.

She fiddles with the hem of her top, biting her lip as she nervously tries to build up her nerve.

Finally she asks, ‘What do you think?’

Ona has always been close to her family, calling her parents every evening no matter what.

You gave her space whenever she did so, not wanting to intrude on her family time. You did, however, hear her mother and father’s voices sometimes as they spoke. They were still familiar to you, so much of your childhood had been spent with them that you could never forget their voices.

They had been your family growing up and while you still considered them to be (you missed them so much), you weren’t sure if you still held the same place with them.

******

Ona’s parents knew you better than your own did.

They were the ones who took you alongside their own daughter to buy new cleats and new shin pads.

They were the ones who invited you along to their family vacations once they saw how much you meant to Ona.

You were at the Batlle house so often that Ona’s mother included your share in the meals she cooked.

She learnt your favourites and you were given your own place at their family table.

It wasn’t that your own parents mistreated you but rather that they were always far too busy for you.

So Ona’s parents stepped up in their place and adopted you as their own.

******

‘I think that you should go Oni. I’m never going to stop you from visiting your parents mi amor.’ You reply.

Ona groans (because you’re missing her point entirely), ‘I know. And I love you for that. But what I wanted to know is if you want to come too.’

‘You want me to go with you?’ You repeat, trying to make sure you hadn’t misheard her.

‘Yeah…’

Ona hesitantly nods.

‘Do your parents know you’re inviting me?’

Your girlfriend nods again, ‘They insisted I invite you. They miss you so much.’

‘They miss me?’ You quietly ask and Ona hugs you, kissing your cheek gently.

‘They miss you. They ask about you all the time. When I broke up with you…Mama wanted to call you but I-I told her not to because I didn’t want her to remind you of what I had taken from you.’

‘I miss them. Ona, I miss your parents so much. I miss your brother too. Whenever you call them and I can hear their voices, it feels like I’m a teenager again and hanging out in your home. I miss them so much Oni.’ You admit.

‘You should have joined me baby. They would have loved to talk to you.’

‘I was scared that they would no longer think of me as family. It’s been three years.’

‘Love. You are family. You will always be family. Trust me when I say that my parents and brother would love to see you again.’

Ona holds your hands in hers, trying to convey how much she means her words.

‘So will you come with me amor?’ She hopefully questions.

‘I’d really like that.’

******

When you walk back into Ona’s childhood home (also the place where you spent the majority of your childhood), her mother drops everything to hug you.

‘Mija! I’ve missed you so much.’

‘I’ve missed you too, Mrs Batlle.’ You mumble, your voice muffled by how tightly she’s hugging you.

Ona’s mother draws back to give you an affronted look.

‘You haven’t called me Mrs Batlle since you were twelve.’

‘Lo siento. I just really really missed you Mami.’

Ona’s mother beams and she just about nearly suffocates you in another hug.

‘Okay. Let her breathe Mama.’ Ona laughs.

She lets you go but pats your cheek affectionately, making your smile grow even bigger.

‘I made your favourite mija. Come on, the food will get cold.’

She pulls you towards the dining room, casting a glance over her shoulder at her own daughter who has a fond look on her face.

‘You, I’m so glad you finally saw sense. I guess I raised you well after all.’ She tells her (making her blush in response) before calling for her husband.

‘Mi amor. Mija’s home!’

******

Ona takes you out to the beach with her after dinner.

It had been a lovely one, within minutes you had felt right back at home with her family. Joan had been teasing Ona about the way she looks at you, just like he always had (he says she looks at you with complete heart eyes) And the brunette had ducked her head and blushed, just like she always had.

Now she holds your hand in hers, gently swinging them as you walk.

The both of you ditch your shoes at the side, exactly like before, when you were children.

It’s a cool night, the breeze from the ocean making the strands of your hair tangle but you couldn’t care less, especially when Ona brings your joined hands up so that she can kiss the back of yours.

The feel of the sand between your bare toes makes you giggle and the brunette looks over.

There’s so much affection in her gaze, so much love that you can’t help but stand still and kiss her (you feel safe with her and you know in your heart that you can trust her. she wouldn’t hurt you again).

You pour all your emotions into it, letting go of her hand so that you can cradle her face with both hands.

Ona shares a small breath with you, the intensity of your kiss entirely surprising her.

The brunette laughs, kissing you lightly just once before she teases, ‘What was that for? Not that I am in any way complaining mi amor.’

Smiling at her, you take a step closer so that your body is right in front of hers (you’re so sure that what you’re going to do next is right).

Pressing a kiss over her heart, you quietly tell her, ‘I’m ready. When you ask me to marry you, know that I will say yes.’

Multiple emotions play across Ona’s face in rapid succession, surprise, love, determination, happiness and relief.

It takes a moment for her to find a way to express herself but she does.

Ona silently cries, kissing your forehead through her tears as she holds you against her.

‘Gracias mi amor. Gracias. I promise I won’t disappoint you again.’

‘I know you won’t.’ You whisper as you intertwine your fingers with hers.

******

There’s a line of pebbles on the windowsill of your apartment.

The first, a little oval shaped gray one. It’s from your first date with Ona, way back when you were both fourteen.

The last, a white almost circular one from last July. It’s from the beach in Vilassar de Mar that Ona married you on.

All that she ever wanted from you was sweet nothing.

Spanish Translations:

amor - love

mi amor - my love

vale - okay

gracias - thank you

mija - affectionate term for daughter

lo siento - i’m sorry

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lovincherries · 2 years

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Just the Tip Part. 4

Summary: you realize Elvis got you pregnant.

Warnings: Angst!!!!

A/n: also, pregnancy tests weren’t out at the time so it was like a guessing game. Not proof read

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“Elvis,” your voice came out shaky, you looked at him with tears filled in your eyes. You had no idea if he truly meant to get you pregnant, surely not? Surely the love of your life wouldn’t do such a thing to you? You refused to let yourself believe that.

His eyes shot open now, hearing the sadness in your voice. He was worried that you would leave him, but that wasn’t even a possibility in your head anymore. It wasn’t an option to you. “What darling? is everything okay?” He asked worriedly. No, everything was not okay. You didn’t even have the energy to say it. Your breathing became rapid, but it felt like there was no oxygen reaching your lungs.

You didn’t know for sure, but your period was like a clock. You were never late even one day. It had been three now, you were too distracted with your boyfriend or now fiancé to even begin to realize it.

“I-I,” you tried to find the words to say, “I think I’m pregnant,” the words cause a pit to form in your stomach. Saying them out loud made it real, and although you thought he knew you weren’t sure. The look of worry was completely wiped from his face then, as if he was relieved that it wasn’t something bigger.

“Oh lil’ birdy, it’ll be okay,” he kissed your cheek then, “we’ll make great parents if that’s the case.”

“No, Elvis, that’s not the point. We’re not married yet,” tears were now freely falling from your eyes. You knew you wanted kids with Elvis, just not now. After you got married? For sure.

“We’re getting married though,” he retorted, you could only wonder why he wasn’t making a bigger deal out of this.

“We need to get married, like yesterday,” you panicked. What were you going to do? Your parents could not find out. You couldn’t wait months to marry him, it would have to be in a few weeks at latest if you were going to be able to hide it.

“It’ll all be fine darling. as long as we’re married before the baby is born, we’ll be fine. We can do this, you can do this,” he reassured, but it did not reassure you in a moment like this.

“No, we can’t wait that long. We need to get married before I show, before my parents find out. What about the doctor? I have to go,” you were going over the list of things you needed to do.

“Take it one step at a time,” he rubbed his hand across your stomach, the once comforting gesture only left you feeling worse, “we’ll get married whenever you want, they’ll never know.”

His words comforted you only a little, how were you supposed to do this? You were so young, how were you going to be a mother when you felt so much like a kid yourself?

“Let’s get you back home before your daddy calls the police,” he joked. How could he joke in a time like this? You only nodded your head, you knew he was right. It was about to be your curfew and if you didn’t come home at that time, your daddy would call the sheriff. He’s done it before.

“You’re right,” you whispered, he always was.

***********

“Hey daddy,” your voice was shaky as you walked in the house. He looked at you with such loving eyes, if he only knew.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted. His term of affection only reminded you of him, of the situation you were in.

“I have something to tell you,” you said, you had never defied his orders, never talked back to him.

“What?” He said, not really focused on what you were saying.

“I-I’m marrying Elvis,” he cut you off before you could say another word.

“No, you’re not,” he demanded. Not even looking up from his book, you didn’t know whether it was the pregnancy hormones or just how you were feeling, but tears pricked your eyes.

“Yes, I am,” you defied, “he gave me a ring and I said yes.”

He looked up now, looking at the ring on your finger. His face was bright red, “I won’t allow it. My high-class daughter marrying a greaser musician? No, I will not let my family name be tainted by that goddamn scum,” he was fuming now, tears freely falling from your eyes now. It was so hard to do this, being defiant defied everything in your nature.

“You have no say! I love him and I’m marrying him, you can disown me, but at least I’ll be happy unlike mama!!” You yelled. Your mother didn’t even react. She never did, after so many years, she became inhuman. She just walked and talked, lived and breathed for your daddy. But not you, not anymore.

“Go to your room, you’re not leaving,” he demanded, “I thought this phase you were going through was going to end, but it’s not. I will end it for you. You are not allowed to leave this house.”

You ran to your room, slammed and locked the door. You immediately pulled out your suitcase, packing as many clothes you could fit into it. He wasn’t going to be happy no matter what you did, and you had to do what is best for you now. You needed the father of your baby, not your own. Although Elvis wasn’t perfect, he would be a good daddy. Something you wished you could have had; your own father was mean. He never treated you or your momma with kindness.

You opened your window, the screen still knocked out from when Elvis visited you last. You had no access to a car or a phone, but Elvis didn’t live far. You could no longer live in these conditions; your father pushed you too far this time. If only he knew your situation, he wouldn’t have even looked at you as you walked in the door. You threw your suitcase out of the window, tears running down your face. You weren’t sad about leaving your parents, but rather the life that you lived. You were sad for mama; she was going to have to face your father’s wrath all on her own now.

You jumped out next, hurting your ankle in the process. You knew you shouldn’t have jumped that far, worry for the baby that was growing in your belly grew. You had to do what you had to do to get to Elvis. He was the only one who could make you feel better.

It was a cloudy night, not a star in the sky. You walked for thirty minutes to get to his house, exhaustion coming over you after the day you had. You knocked at his door, the tears still fresh on your face.

He still hadn’t come to the door after a few minutes, you knew it was late and he was probably asleep but he needed to answer you.

“Coming!” You could hear him groggily answer, sleep still in his voice. He opened the door and he had to do a double take, not expecting you to be there. In all honesty, he didn’t expect you to tell your father he proposed today.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked in shock, all you could do was rush into his embrace as you fully let the tears flow down your cheeks now, the realization of everything just hitting you now.

“What’s going on, baby? Talk to me,” he asked, knowing something bad happened. He prayed for himself that they didn’t find out you were pregnant just yet, he knew that your daddy would be determined to send you off if that were the case. He wouldn’t want his own reputation tarnished by his “whore” daughter.

“I told him I was marrying you, and he tried to tell me no. Said I couldn’t marry a greaser,” you managed to speak through your tears.

“I’m no greaser, he can’t stop us from marrying,” he hushed and kissed the top of your head, pulling you deeper into him embrace. He looked down at your packed bag, just noticing it for the first time, “did he kick you out?” he asked with a rage, how could he treat his own daughter with such carelessness?

“No, no, he said I couldn’t see you anymore. Said he was gonna lock me in the house and I just had to get away. Can I stay here with you?” You asked, looking up at him for the first time. Anger filled his eyes, “of course, darling. Did you seriously walk here, alone? How did you even get out of your house?” He asked, it was an extremely dangerous position you were in.

“I jumped out of my window,” you spoke lowly, hoping he wouldn’t get angry at you. He had grabbed your bag, guiding you to sit down on his couch. His home was such a comfort to you, it truly felt like home.

“You know you can’t be doing that,” he spoke with a sense of firmness, “that’s risking you and the baby.”

“I know Elvis, but I had to get away. I couldn’t stand one more second in that house,” you said with such a sadness that he forgot all about his worries. He just pulled you to lay on his chest, your eyes soon closing. He listened to your soft snores, deciding it would be best to worry about your daddy tomorrow. Tonight, he would have you in his arms and not worry about your father. Tomorrow, you would discuss what you were going to do.

For now, in this very moment, you had each other.

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multifandombitxh · 2 years

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Name Calling

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Warnings: Foreplay, teasing, jealous!Eddie, very light smut, caught-in-the-act type shit

A/N: Back story is the reader was friends with Eddie before high school, but became closer with Steve, and Eddie hated his guts for it. Reader was also kinda friends with Reefer Rick, which is a slightly important plot point. Takes place when they find Eddie at Rick's house ✨

Summary: Eddie and the reader really, really fucking hate each other, that was obvious to anyone with eyes. They were friends once upon a time, but when Steve Harrington came into the picture, everything fell apart. Now, as the reader tries to help Eddie hide from cops, she finds an interesting way to keep them entertained.

18+ MINORS DNI

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Um, saving your dumb ass, obviously? No need to thank me, Munson, really."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what? I have had it with you and your attitude-"

A chorus of groans filled the boathouse, the murky lake water splashing against the boat as Eddie stood. You had taken several steps closer toward him, but was forced to stop when Steve all but threw himself in between you both like a lion tamer. By now Eddie had stepped out of the boat and was making his way toward you, despite the fact that Steve stood directly in the way.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to be fighting," Robin said, a worried expression painting her features. "Like, maybe we should focus on what to do next? Something productive?"

"I can think of a few productive things I could be doing right now," You said through your teeth. "Several hundreds of miles away from here, preferably."

"Maybe you should go do them, then," Eddie replied, tilting his head to the side and pointing a finger to Steve's chest. "You can take your little guard dog with you, too."

"Really, dude?" Steve muttered, focusing his eyes on Eddie and shoving his hand away. "That's the best you can come up with? 'Guard dog'? What are you, twelve?"

"Sorry, should I have said 'mutt' instead?" Eddie antagonized, getting up close and personal with Steve. "Or maybe 'bitch' would be more fitting."

"Okay, you're done," Steve said curtly, giving Eddie a slight shove backward. "You really wanna do this right now? I will knock you straight into next year, freak, I swear-"

"Guys, come on, seriously?" Dustin yelled, "No one gives a shit that you hate each other. Y/N, we're here to help Eddie, not make things worse. Eddie, Y/N agreed to help. And Steve, stay out of it. So all of you shut the hell up and get over yourselves! We have bigger problems right now than your stupid love lives."

"Love lives?" You, Eddie, and Steve shrieked in unison as you whipped around to shoot him a look of disgust.

"Okay, bad wording," Dustin corrected, "But my point still stands, you three need to knock. it. off."

After holding a heated stare with Eddie for a few moments, you broke eye contact and spun around, exiting in a huff through the creaky wooden door into the cool night air. Steve followed soon after, hot on your heels. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.

"Come on, Y/N," Steve said softly, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to knock that prick on his ass, but we came here to help, didn't we?"

"I did want to help," You replied, "But he clearly doesn't want it if it's coming from me."

"I don't get it," Steve sighed, "What's his deal? Why do you two hate each other so much? And what the hell is his problem with me?"

"I don't know, Steve, maybe it's because in high school, I started hanging out with you instead of him, and he never wanted to even think about sharing the same air as you," You replied, "Will you just find me when you're ready to leave?"

With that, you pulled away from Steve, making your way back to the car. You leaned against the warm hood and took several deep breaths, watching the lake that shimmered behind the boathouse. It was humid out, enough to make you break out in a sweat as you waited for the others to return. When they finally did, they began piling in the car, and when you tried to join them, Steve stopped you for the second time that night.

"I want you to stay here," He said quietly, his gaze intense.

"You're joking," You scoffed, "You want me to stay here? Are you insane, Harrington? After the shit that he just pulled?"

"You knew this Reefer Rick guy, right?" Steve asked.

"Well, yeah, a little, but-"

"Then you're the only person who can stay behind without it looking suspicious," He explained. "We need someone to keep an eye out for anyone looking for Eddie, and if they find you instead, it'll make sense that you're here. Look, I don't wanna leave you here with the guy, but it's our best chance of keeping people from finding him."

"Don't make me stay here with him, Steve," You almost whined, "Please, don't leave me here."

"We'll be back in the morning, okay?" He reassured, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I promise."

As Steve climbed in his car and drove off into the night, you stood on the edge of the road, fighting the urge to scream up at the sky.

"I should've stayed home," You sighed before turning heel and walking back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting for you inside, leaning back against a shelf and staring at the doorway like he'd been expecting you to walk through any minute. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his weight shifted to one side and a scowl on his face.

"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do," You said as you entered, "So I'll make this quick. I'm not doing this because I like you, I'm doing this because they do. I'll be in the house."

"Good, awesome, stay there," Eddie replied, "I don't wanna hear from you again unless it's important."

"Oh, that reminds me, I do have something important to tell you," You said in a mock-cheerful voice. Making your way over to him, you got as close to him as you could without being on top of him. Eddie raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, then you flipped the bird in his face.

"Very mature, Y/N," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "When are you gonna grow up, huh?"

"I'll grow up when you grow a pair, Munson," You replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Turning to make your exit, you left the boathouse in a hurry, walking up the dark driveway to the backdoor and entering the house. Dust kicked off of the door as it opened, making you cough. Stepping inside, you sneezed a few times before finally getting a good look at the place. You'd never actually been inside Rick's house before, just out back to hang out and smoke.

It was kind of a dump.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened several cabinet doors before finding glasses. Plucking one off of the shelf, you rinsed it off in the sink and filled it with water, gulping it down and setting the glass to the side. You took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before releasing it, closing your eyes and praying for this all to end soon.

You made yourself comfortable in the living room, sitting on the old couch and coughing again as a small cloud of dust filled the air. You sat up and dusted the couch off as best as you could before laying down across the cushions and closing your eyes. Within minutes you felt sleep overcoming you, which wasn't much of a surprise given recent events. For the first time in days you allowed yourself a moment to rest.

After a few hours of tossing and turning and waking up to every little noise, the sound of the back door opening made you jolt awake. Eddie walked through the doorway, making eye contact with you and quickly looking away. You watched as he made his way down the hallway nearby, opening a door and closing it loudly behind him. Sighing, you sat up straight and crossed your legs, now wide awake. It was beginning to get light out, a deep blue sky peaking through the windows and illuminating the walls. You reached out to the side table to turn on a lamp, the warm yellow light brightening up the cold room. The sound of running water came from down the hall followed by the sound of the door swinging open and a light switch being flipped.

At least now you knew where the bathroom was.

"Sleep well?" Eddie asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look down at you.

"Would be better with some peace and quiet," You muttered. Eddie rolled his eyes and rounded the corner of the couch, coming to sit beside you and crossing his own legs on the cushions.

A long, uncomfortable silence grew between you, making you toy with the fabric of the couch to try and occupy your mind. Eddie was sitting dangerously close to you, close enough that your knees touched. The longer the silence carried out, the more restless you became.

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

You shrugged. "I have a feeling you will anyway even if I say no, so shoot."

"Did you know?" He questioned, his words slow and drawn out. "Did you know about this... Upside Down stuff? I mean, the Demodogs and shit, whatever Dustin called them."

"Yeah, I knew," You sighed, leaning back into the cushions more. "I really wish I didn't, but I knew."

"How do you deal with it?" Eddie asked quietly. When you looked over at him his eyes were fixated on nothing, his lips pursed in a thin line and skin looking paler than normal. "I mean, how do you even sleep at night knowing that shit is out there?"

"I don't," You scoffed, "Or I try not to think about it."

Eddie shook his head. "I just don't get it, man."

"None of us do, welcome to the club," You said, gently slugging him on the back of his shoulder. "Speaking of the club, what the hell was all that back there? You seriously wanted to fight Steve Harrington?"

"I didn't want to," Eddie said, "But I was ready to."

"You are impossible," You sighed, standing from the couch. "I don't get it, Eddie. You were my best friend. What do you have against Steve that made it so hard to be around me anymore?"

"For starters, he's an asshole," He replied with a chuckle, "Secondly, you never heard the way he talked about you when you weren't around. I was stuck in classes with him all the time his Senior year and it was miserable."

"Yeah? What did he say?" You asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest and chewed on your lower lip, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or just trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I don't even want to repeat the things he said about you, Y/N."

Eddie's words hung heavily in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. "Can you at least give me a rough idea?"

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, a somewhat devious look hiding behind his gaze. He stood from his place on the couch, moving closer to you until he was so close you had to start backing up to keep some space between you. His hands were shoved in his front pockets, head cocked to one side as he kept advancing on you.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, his tone low and rough. You nodded as he kept backing you further and further away, swallowing hard. It was becoming more and more difficult to differentiate whether or not you were infuriated with him, or absolutely enchanted by him. Something in the air had shifted the second he stood up, and was ever changing as he closed in on you.

"If you really want to know," Eddie started, wetting his lips. "His favorite thing to talk about was how he couldn't help imagining how cute you would look sitting in his lap. Sometimes he'd talk about your pretty mouth, and how he always wondered if it can do more than just talk too fucking much."

"He did not say that, quit making shit up," You snorted. Your back collided with the wall behind you, gently knocking the air out of your lungs. With nowhere left to go, you watched as Eddie stood before you, placing both hands on either side of you on the wall, trapping you between his arms.

"He didn't, but I'm sure he wondered," Eddie went on, "I mean, who wouldn't? I'm sure he wondered about what you looked like writhing underneath him, too. Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about what you sounded like while you're riiiight on the edge. I'd bet money that he's gotten off to the idea of you cumming so hard around him that you can't even think straight."

"Are we... still talking about Steve?" You asked in a small voice. Your entire body felt hot, like there was a fire lit under your skin that you couldn't seem to put out. It was hard to convince yourself that you didn't want him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you with the way he was staring you down.

Eddie leaned in, grabbing your chin between his fingers to pull you closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. "What do you think?"

With that, the gap between you closed, your lips meeting in the middle and your bodies melding together. You were basically putty in his hands, which were gripping your waist so tightly you thought your ribs might snap. His mouth moved against yours in a perfect rhythm as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands had made themselves at home by gripping the front of his jean vest, knuckles going white as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

The longer he held you up against that wall, the harder it became to slow your breathing. His touch was overwhelmingly intense, leaving you a breathless, gasping mess at his mercy. While one part of you desperately wanted him to have his way with you, another part of you couldn't help thinking back on all of the ways he had hurt you in the past, or made you angry, or treated you like his enemy rather than someone he was once friends with. You decided to use that anger, letting one hand drift up to his tangled hair. Gripping his curls tightly you gave them a harsh tug, eliciting a deep growl from Eddie.

His mouth abandoned yours when you pulled his hair, his eyes drifting open slowly and revealing a look of pure sin that made you shiver. Your mouth hung slack as he stared you down, your breath mingling with his and a jolt of excitement shooting through you. The hands on your waist drifted down to your hips and under your shirt, his fingertips sinking into your skin. You hissed as his rings made contact, the metal cold against your warm flesh.

"That's how it's going to be, huh?" Eddie asked, yanking you forward and grinding your hips into his.

"That's how it's always been, Munson."

Eddie emitted another harsh growl that mingled with soft laughter on its way out. You felt a familiar wetness pool inside your jeans at the sound he made alone, your arousal growing stronger when his lips collided with yours again in a heated, hungry kiss. Everything about the exchange felt intoxicating; the warmth of his hands sliding up your back beneath your shirt, the soft moans he let out through his nose as he kissed you, the way his bangs tickled your face. Everything was overwhelming and you couldn't keep it together anymore.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck, effectively closing any space that remained between your bodies. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you away from the wall and moving you backwards until you found yourself in the hallway. He broke the kiss and grabbed you by the hand, guiding you down the hallway to an empty bedroom. A full-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white sheets and blankets a mess and the pillows scattered about. It was a staunch reminder that you were in someone else's home.

"Eddie, I don't know about this," You said hesitantly, turning to face him. "I don't think Rick would appreciate us sleeping in his bed."

"Sweetheart, the last thing we'll be doing in this bed is sleeping," Eddie breathed in your ear, "What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him."

With that, Eddie gave you a gentle shove backwards, making you fall onto the disheveled bed. While you were busy finding your bearings, he climbed on top of you, making himself at home between your legs. His large belt buckle- a handcuff, how fitting- gently brushed over your clothed clit, making you gasp softly. You bit your lip to try and stifle the noises you wanted to make as he carefully pressed himself against you, the hardness in his jeans making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. He let out a soft chuckle above you, making you very aware of the advantage he had over you currently.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a taunting voice, "Having a hard time imagining Steve in my place?"

"Oh for Christ's sake, I never wanted Steve," You snapped, slightly annoyed as you sat up on your elbows. "I don't know where the hell you even got that idea from."

"What do you want, then?" He asked. His eyes were lidded and dark as he stared down at you like he was ready to pounce on you any moment.

"I want you, Eddie."

"Do you... really wanna do this?" He asked, his tone a little more serious this time. You took note of the way his eyebrows turned up at the inner corners, a concerned look flooding his features as if he was realizing for the first time what he was doing.

"Yes," You said with confidence, "Yes, Eddie, I want this."

With the green light, Eddie was on you in moments, capturing your lips in yet another hot kiss as he ground his hips into yours, forcing a long, drawn out moan out of you that was muffled by the kiss. His mouth left yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your face, to your jaw, before attaching to your neck. One of his hands was resting on the other side of your neck, his fingertips brushing against your jaw while he worked on marking your throat with his tongue and teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, raising your hips up off of the bed to try and gain some friction where you desperately needed it most.

Eddie took the hint and used his body weight to force you back down into the mattress, his cock pressed flush up against you. Electricity shot up your spine at the sensation, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you threw your head back into the scratchy blanket. Eddie carried on grinding into you as he pushed your shirt up your torso, revealing your bra to him and making you tremble as his fingertips brushed your delicate skin.

"How cute," He said with a small smile, toying with the fabric. "You wear this little number for me?"

"In your dreams, Munson. I didn't even know I'd be seeing you today when I put this on," You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.

"You knew you'd be seeing Steve, though," Eddie said, drawing out his words. "Did you wear this to impress him, sweetheart?"

"God, when are you gonna stop talking about Steve?" You asked impatiently, sitting up on your elbows again to give Eddie a deadly glare.

"I'll stop talking about Steve when you start proving to me you don't want him," Eddie replied, a toothy grin on his face. "So far, I'm not convinced. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you started screaming his name instead of mine when I fuck you senseless here in a minute."

Your breath got caught in your throat. Was his always this... Perverted? You weren't even sure if that was the right word for it. Either way, he had a way with words, and without even knowing it, he had talked you into doing exactly what he wanted. Accepting the challenge, you shoved Eddie off of you, forcing him onto his back and swapping your positions. He sat up straight as you rested your legs on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kissing him hard.

Soft laughter echoed in his chest as you took control, all but ripping his vest and leather jacket from his body and tossing them to the floor. Eddie slipped his hands under your shirt again, lifting it over your head and discarding it with his jacket. His hands trailed from your collarbones and over your breasts, still concealed by your bra. You sighed into the kiss as he squeezed hard over the material, grinding down against him and smiling at the choked noise that came from his throat.

By now the sun was beginning to come up, and you guessed it was likely early dawn, maybe around seven. Eddie all but tore his shirt away, tossing it into clothing purgatory. An overwhelming need washed over you as he unhooked your bra then reached out to gently stroke your hardening nipple with the pad of his thumb. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth, a look of pure concentration painting his features, eyes glued to your exposed chest.

"You just gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?" You asked, eyeing him down and flinching when he gently pinched the tip between his thumb and index finger.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N," Eddie sighed out, tearing his gaze away from your naked chest to look you in the eye. "Not a clue."

"Then maybe you should shut up and do it already," You replied, eliciting a toothy grin from him. As if something inside of him snapped, he was quick to move you out of his lap and onto your back again, harshly pulling your jeans from your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. The cool morning air hit the soaked fabric, making you shiver.

Eddie latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue circling the tip softly. You couldn't help moaning and arching your back off the bed, letting your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. When his ringed fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties and glided over your opening, you whined noisily, your hips moving against your will. He still had yet to touch you where you really, truly wanted him to, and it was going to make you lose your senses.

"Eddie, please," You whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

"'Please' what, sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly, looking up at you through his lashes. "You're gonna have to do better than that to get what you want."

"Please touch me," You sighed, every ounce of dignity evacuating your body and brain. All you cared about in that moment was Eddie; his hands, his lips, his stupid, shit-eating grin, everything was Eddie. Nothing else mattered, you just wanted him, and nothing else.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, "You want me to do this?"

As he spoke, his finger began circling your clit, egging a groan from you as he finally gave you what you'd been craving. Based on your reaction, Eddie seemed to give in, pressing more firmly against the nerve and spreading around the wetness found there. It was even harder to hold back now as your mouth fell open in a loud, breathy moan. As he kept up a steady pace stroking you, you couldn't seem to stop the noises that came out of your throat, broken curse words high-pitched whines filling the air. A moan of his own found its way out as he touched you, bringing his finger to his lips and sticking it in his mouth. His eyes were locked with yours in a heated glare as he sucked your juices off of his finger. The sight alone was enough to make your jaw drop.

"Oh my god, seriously, you two?"

Steve's voice startled you both, making you instinctively cover your bare torso with the blanket. He was standing in the doorway, a vase in one hand and an annoyed look on his face. Eddie helped cover you up, shooting Steve a look that could kill.

"Steve, what the hell?" You yelled back.

"I told you we would be back, don't give me that shit. I thought someone found you guys," Steve replied, looking anywhere that wasn't at you. "Would you two knuckleheads please just get dressed and meet us outside? Jesus Christ."

With that, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving you and Eddie in silence. You pulled the blanket up over your face, groaning into the fabric and squeezing your eyes shut. Eddie slipped under the blanket as well, trailing kisses up your middle until he reached your face. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, your lower lip stuck out in a soft pout. He smiled down at you and placed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back. He placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin there.

"Harrington can wait another five minutes. I'm not done."

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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The Finger Situation

Summary: Jon catches Sansa masturbating and gives her a hand. Pairing: Jonsa Warnings: Porn watch. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Smut.

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Sansa pulled the curtains of the little guest room she'd been stored in.

Robb was out with his girlfriend, Jon was off with Theon and she finally - finally - had their house to herself.

After the Joffrey mess and the stress of trying to get into UNI, she deserved this break.

Their home was always so busy, she never had a single moment to herself! Everyone was always all around, the walls were paper thin, and maybe father was the only one in her family who actively respected a closed door.

Coming to stay with them for a few weeks was bliss.

It wasn't all easy - she still had to deal with Jon, which was pretty much like having Arya - but being with the boys meant she had a little bit of freedom.

Still, Robb wasn't living alone, but with his best friends, Jon and Theon. A pair of pricks who were always all around her house growing up.

Theon was pretty crude, although he tried to be respectable when her parents were around and teased Sansa a bit less when she threatened to tattle on him. But Jon was different.

He was Robb’s best friend since, like… forever,

He was too hot for his own good, and an emo prick.

Well... not emo.

But he always wore black and always looked like he was sulking on some bad feeling no one could see, all pouty.

It was way worse when they were younger. Jon was always a loner - especially in contrast with Sansa, who was prom queen twice! - but he had grown out of his awkwardness, and was...

Nice.

Charming.

And he knew it, he fucking had to know.

Jon would walk around without his shirt, have his hair all pretty around his face and pout when she was looking at him, all fucking stupid!

So maybe she had an itsy bitsy tiny little small crush on him.

And what was the big deal?

As long as he didn't know it was alright.

All Sansa had to do was get it out of her system!

And now she finally had time and the house for herself.

Back home, getting off really was always the same thing. A little clit rubbing, a few open bookmarks, a pillow on her mouth to muffle any sound, and that was it.

But she wasn't home. And she was all alone.

Sansa sat on her bed all naked and pulled up a video on how to actually do it right.

Get herself off, of course.

It wasn't like she could have a toy for herself or anything, it was just herself. And now was the best moment to do it, because when else would she have the chance?

The video was simple enough. A woman with her legs all spread, her bald pussy in full view, but instead of her own hand, it was another. Bigger. Veinier.

A man's hand.

Well... she could still follow along.

So, she placed the phone on the desk by the side of her bed, and then lied down, turning her head to the side to watch it.

"First, you spread her," the man hummed, voice deep and slow with a very distant accent to it. "You see how my sweet girl is all wet? Glistening?"

Sansa nodded. Yes, she was very wet.

"She gets like this when I kiss her silly," he purred, sounding proud. "And I've made it very special today because she wanted to be part of this little tutorial so badly."

The woman giggled.

"Now, you must know," he continued. "You have to be sweet with your girl. Kiss her and play with her... I pinch and play with her nipples to make her like this... of course, you can always do this..."

He moved his fingers to her cunt, spreading her folds, touching her around her clit and then on it, rubbing it slowly, and Sansa followed obediently.

"This will always, always make her all wet," he affirmed. "Every girl... well, everyone with a clit, but let's focus our language here. Every girl has a sensitive clit, but you have to touch it the way they like it. Some feel a little more sensitive on a special side, some can't have direct stimulation... my sweet girl here can't cum if I play with the left side because it's not sensitive enough. It's the perfect edging partner."

To prove it, he moved his finger to circle just the said side of her clit, and the girl squirmed.

"See how she drools?" he hummed. "You want her very, very wet, very sloppy."

Sansa squirmed.

Sloppy. Stupid word.

Stupid word that made her all stupid wet.

"Once she is like this, and only once she is like this, you can put your finger in," he instructed. "Slowly, very gently. Let her relax and accept it."

Sansa moved around to get her finger in, and huffed at the stretch.

Oh, no one told her that fingering herself was an ab workout!

Maybe that was why the girl wasn't touching herself on camera. She would have to be very bendy to look sexy while doing it.

Still, Sansa tried her best, and if felt better than she thought it would.

It did. It really did.

Her finger was touching some place she really hadn't touched before - even when she had actually tried a while ago.

It was new, it was good, and it was hard to do.

"Now pull slowly," the man commanded. "And push... fuck her slowly, give her time."

She complied and whined in pleasure at the same time the woman let out a very little sound.

"You'll know she is enjoying it when you feel her cunt fluttering your finger... my pretty girl here will moan sweetly, but some girls are shy. You really need to coax the moans out of their lips."

Sansa wasn't shy. Well, she was, but she was home alone, and it felt so stupidly good, she wasn't even caring about being quiet.

"Don't give her more than she can fit," he instructed. "Especially if she hasn't taken any cock before."

Sansa squirmed.

"Sweet little virgins need time," he cooed.

Suddenly, her door opened.

"Sansa, are you-"

"Oh my God!" she screamed, reaching for the sheets.

Jon stopped, frozen by the door.

"Get out!" she screamed, trying to cover herself up.

He didn't fucking move.

She was going to die. That was it.

Sansa was going to die by embarrassment.

The woman moaned randomly from her phone, and she felt her whole face and neck just burning deeply.

"Curl your fingers," the man instructed. "Just like that, good girl."

She pulled the sheets up, covering her face with the thick covers.

"Sansa," he spoke slowly.

The sounds of the video stopped.

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost accusatory.

“None of your business!” she screeched.

This was just like one of their arguments back home. So childish!

"Sansa..." he stepped closer.

She covered her head, not wanting to be seen.

"Can you just leave?" she begged. "And put my phone now. Please."

She wasn't in the mood nor had the patience to fight with him now.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

Sansa didn't answer, and she could see him sitting on her bed.

"How to finger a pussy," he read the title. "By... dragonrider?"

She whined, closing her eyes.

"Jon, please," she begged. "Just let that go."

Great, now he was going to rub that on her face.

He moved, but instead of leaving her, he closed her door and walked back to her bed, sitting down.

"Don't you know how to finger yourself?" he asked, voice too casual for the question he was asking her.

She covered her face with a hand.

"Jon..."

"I'm just asking," he shrugged. "You're 18 now."

"I've never done that before!" she huffed. "I'm not like Theon."

He didn't move.

"So you're a virgin?"

"No," she stomped her foot. "I dated, remember? Harry? I started dating before you even had a girlfriend!"

Jon scoffed sounding.

"So you had a boyfriend, and he never fingered you?" he asked. "He must not have been good enough, then. I fingered Ygritte good before I even knew what I was doing."

She rolled her eyes.

"I make her cum," he told her. "I did all the time. Did your sweet Harry do that for you?"

Sansa just pouted, uncovering her head to glare at him.

"Haha," she rolled her eyes. "Is that all you meant to do? Rub it on my face how you could make your girlfriend cum and how I have to get myself off if I want it?"

He shrugged, and she crossed her arms.

"We didn't... do that," she huffed. "Just so you know."

Jon looked at her, unaffected by her state.

"So you are still a virgin?" he asked.

She looked away from him, burning red, and just wanted to yell at him, but Jon shrugged, very comfortable on her bed.

"I'm not making fun of you," he assured her. "But you shouldn't learn how to pleasure yourself with porn. That's doomed to fail."

Sansa rolled her eyes.

"I know how to pleasure myself!" she argued. "I just... I didn't know how to finger myself. It's different."

Jon looked back at her and sighed.

Shamelessly, he tapped on the bed with his hand.

"Come here," he instructed her. "You're not gonna learn from a video."

Sansa eyed him suspiciously, but walked to the bed anyway, holding her sheets close to her body before sitting down by his side.

"Well, what do you suggest?" she pouted. "That I read an article?"

He straight up chuckled, and then looked at her, licking his lips, and his eyes were tainted with something more.

"You need a teacher to help you. Show you," he said simply, leaning closer to her. "I could be your teacher."

Her whole face burned, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Jon..."

He leaned closer to her.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered.

But she shook her head.

"Please," Sansa exhaled. "Don't."

He kissed her, and she was eager to take it and kiss him back, and just let him when he moved his hand to her blanket and pulled it off before pulling her closer by her waist.

She understood now, what it meant, to be kissed silly and made wet and needy.

Harry and Joffrey had never kissed her like that.

Slowly, as if not to startle her, Jon moved her, laying her on the back and climbing up and up until her head was on her pillow, and his hand moved slowly to between her legs, caressing her knee and her thigh.

She gasped when he pushed a single finger into her easily. His finger was too thick, almost like two of hers, but he was so delicate it didn't even hurt.

"So warm, Sansa," he whispered, biting her lower lip. "You got yourself all wet, didn't you?"

She nodded, whining a little.

"Poor girl," he cooed. "Never had a boyfriend nice enough to show you how good-"

He curled his finger and she gasped when she felt him brushing against a sensitive pot in her.

"-it can be to have a finger in her cunt."

"Was too scared," she whimpered.

Jon sighed, shaking his head.

"Poor, poor girl," he hummed, kissing her neck.

He moved down slowly, and she gasped when she felt him kissing her chest, licking her nipple before sucking it into his lips, pulling his finger out and pushing it back into her.

"Look at you," he cooed, letting it go. "Those tiny little tits..."

Sansa whined, though arching her chest to him.

Her tits weren't tiny!

They were just a little small.

"Do you think I could suck fit one whole into my mouth?" he looked at her. "Think your little tit can fit all into my lips while I finger your virgin cunt?"

His words, dear Lord...

Suddenly, Jon moved to his statement, spreading his lips, and she gasped when his teeth grazed against the top and bottom of her breast, and she moaned when he sucked it all into his lips.

Sansa arched her hips, and moaned loudly when he slipped a second finger into her.

"Jon," she grabbed his hair, not knowing what to even do with her hands.

His hair was so nice, soft and curly and pretty.

"Sweet little Sansa," he moved back, kissing her skin slowly to her other breast. "Squeezing me sweetly on your cunt."

She arched her hips to him, needy.

"Jon," she moaned.

"Feels good, sweet Sansa?" he licked the underside of her breast. "To have my fingers in your cunt?"

She nodded, ad tried to get closer to his hand when he pulled away slowly, fucking her with his palm far, far away from her.

"Please, Jon," she pleaded. "My clit."

Jon hummed a little.

"I don't know, Sansa," he curled his fingers, tickling her sensitive walls and she moaned. "You only asked me to finger you, and I am fingering you."

She whined, raising her hips, trying to chase him.

"I can't cum like this!" she argued. "Please, Jon."

"You're right," he used a hand to spread her legs more. "You can't, right? It doesn't matter how much I finger your sweet cunt and don't play with your clit, I'll only be edging you."

And he kept fingering her as if he hadn't heard his own words.

"Jon," she protested.

He moved back to look at her, and she could finally see it in his eyes.

"Yes, sweet girl?"

"Please," she pleaded with him. "Please, play with my clit? Please?"

Jon licked his lips.

"And why would I do that?" he teased her, his voice and face mocking her.

Sansa just wanted to smack that smug look out of his face.

"Cause you're good?" she tried to argue. "A good lover?"

He just moved faster, and she could hear the sounds of her cunt taking his fingers, already feeling herself all infected with arousal.

"That is true," he agreed. "But I like being mean to you so, so much."

Jon pulled his fingers again, and she was about to protest when he just grabbed her and manhandled her to lay on her stomach and raise her ass, pushing now what felt like three fingers into her.

"And I think you like it too, don't you, sweet girl," he cooed.

Sansa moaned, half her face smashed on her pillow.

"Fuck, Jon," she yelped.

He fucked her fast, rough and with no mercy.

"Yes, Sansa?" he asked.

He changed the motion of his fingers out of a sudden, and she cried out when he touched something especially sensitive in her.

"Jon!" she screamed.

"Stupid sweet Sansa," he slapped her ass. "Look at your cunt. So sloppy."

Her pussy squeezed around his fingers more.

That word, that stupid word.

She could cum right now. Just a little rub, and she would cum.

"Please," she cried on the bed. "Please, I need to cum, please."

She felt him before she realised he had moved. His tongue on her cunt, around her hole, just taking her wetness.

"Please," she cried, trembling already. "I need- please."

And then, suddenly, he wrapped his lips around her clit, fucking her hard with his fingers and sucking her in a never-ending grasp.

And Sansa came.

Loud, shaking and crying.

"There you go," he hummed, tongue licking her clit softly. "Was this what you needed, Sansa?"

"Yes," she cried.

He continued to move his fingers.

"How do you say, then, sweet girl?" he asked.

Sansa whined into her pillow, sensitive.

"Thank you," she moved her hips. "Thank you, Jon, thank you, thank you."

He pulled his fingers away, and she was about to turn around when his tongue moved a little more daringly, licking her cunt clean, licking and tasting her up hungrily.

Sansa was shaking and moaning, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

Before she could cum again - or beg to cum - the sound of the door opening made her stop, and Jon stopped quickly.

"Guys?" Robb called. "We're home."

She gasped, but Jon moved quicker than she could think.

"We can finish this when we have privacy, sweet girl," he caressed her ass.

He left, and she watched him go, panting.

Oh, they sure would.

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